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6,300 | 174 | 10 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante couldn't help but grit and grind her teeth. She took an angry step forward, intending to close the already short gap between them. As she did she spoke on an angry, gravely tone.
"What would you know about being a hero?!?"
Mid-step, Eir moved between her and Iccho. She stopped moving forward, slightly afraid she was going to step on the, quiet girl. As Eir spoke, she just grit her teeth... of course she knew that the girl was right, but her pride just... Would not allow her to yield... Maybe that should be your first lesson then, Dante. Learning humility?
She took in a deep breatbreath in through her nose and then let it out through her mouth. As she did so she unclenched her teeth and let go of a chair she had been unconsciously gripping. As she did another blonde boy walked up, talking about how they were being dumb, and brazenly flirting with Eir. Which slightly irritated her, but she let it go.
"yeah, yeah... I got it. Thanks though."
She looked at Iccho with a softer gaze and held out her hand in a gesture of apology.
"Listen, I'm sorry for what I said... and you know..."
She grit her teeth , but then visibly relaxed herself.
"For.. accidentally bumping into you. How about we start over. I'm Dante. Nice to meet you." | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,301 | 174 | 11 | 2,735 | 21 | Well here Iccho was...on the first day of school and being lectured by a little girl. His father would find this situation hilarious, but it Iccho was finding it difficult. However, it was not impossible. Iccho was starting to awake from his trance of anger. As that was happening, the smaller girl was winding down on here peace talk. She was completely right, there may be friendly rivalries between heroes, but it should never devolve into a fight. He really needs to self-reflect on this moment later.
Before he could respond to the Eir, another boy came up to be an outside commentator. God, if there was something that rubbed Iccho the wrong way more than what Dante just did, it is someone talking down to him. And what his he going on about a "lass" and a "lady", this guy talks like he fits into the Edo Period. Then he winked at her, Iccho no longer held any anger towards Dante, and now it is all pointed towards the outsider. He was lucky that Eir already talked him down from his previous anger, and he will be able to respond at least somewhat coherently.
However, Dante interjected, why do people start talking right before he is about to? However, what came out of her mouth was a short response to new comer, and then an apology. Wow, Iccho never thought he would actually get it, but it didn't feel as good as he thought it would be. He could feel the guilt of what he did and what he said build up inside of him. Great now he is going to have to apologize to Dante if he is ever going to get over this.
"Thanks for the apology, Dante. I am sorry too for demanding one in the first place. It's just been a tough day, and I guess I took it out on you," Iccho said sincerely. "As I already said, I am Iccho. I'm from Tsushima in the Nagasaki Prefecture. It's nice to meet you all," he said with a slight bow. Even though he was still not over the arrogance of the boy injecting himself into the conversation, Iccho decided it would be best to act cordial at least for the moment, since they were starting to make a scene. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,302 | 174 | 12 | 2,334 | 204 | E I R H A Y A S H I
// Kosei Academy - Front Gate - Morning of Day 1 \\
Just as Eir put herself out there and stepped between Iccho and Dante, someone else decided to speak up. The small girl's gaze shifted toward the equally short boy that sauntered up to the group. He admonished the brash pair for locking horns as they had, taking Hayashi's side on the subject. While she was grateful for his intervention, Eir couldn't help but wish he had been there earlier. 'You couldn't have stepped in thirty seconds ago?' Hayashi wouldn't have said a word if she knew the blonde haired midget was planning to jump in. She wasn't at all comfortable with speaking up, especially when things were beginning to get tense between Dante and Iccho. Still, some help was better than no help. "Um, thank you." Eir nodded toward the as of yet unnamed boy. Her cheeks flashed red when he winked at her. 'W-was that one of those knowing winks? Or is he flirting with me?' Hayashi wondered. He...he couldn't be hitting on her, right? Boys rarely showed interest in Eir. Not only because Hayashi perpetually looked three years younger than she actually was, but because Eir considered herself about as interesting as a piece of wet tissue paper.
She put the confusing social cue out of her mind for the moment, focusing instead of the two quarreling classmates. Eir was glad to see both breaking their tough guy facades in favor of apologizing to one another for their behavior. It was a nice change of pace from the typical macho hostility Hayashi was accustomed to. Maybe Kosei Academy would prove to be better for her than her last school. Dante and Iccho took the time to reintroduce themselves, now from a more friendly stance than before. Eir decided it was probably a good time to introduce herself to the boys, too. "And I'm Eir Hayashi. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She briefly bowed, choosing to forgo the curtsy this time. Dante hadn't reacted well to the formal move; it seemed most people here weren't that used to such rigid rules of etiquette, unlike those back home. Hayashi looked between the three other people, an idea coming to mind. "Well...Since we're already acquainted, maybe we could all sit together?" Eir quietly suggested, her hands grasped behind her back. She needed familiar faces to feel comfortable. And, while the four of them were far from close friends, Hayashi would rather get to know them more than sit next to a bunch of people she didn't know at all. | Name: Hayashi, Eir
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Personality:Eir is a timid girl that doesn't like to stand out in a crowd. She enjoys the solace of silence rather than the company of others more often than not. Hayashi lacks confidence; she constantly questions her abilities, and whether or not she can measure up to the standards expected of her. Eir is far from the ideal hero. She's cowardly, uncertain and unable to stand up for herself. Her introverted nature usually leads Eir to having few friends. If it was for her to decide, Hayashi would never have signed up for the hero course at Kosei Academy. She'd much rather focus on her true passion: art. Eir had always had a natural talent for drawing. Since the teen has a tendency to bottle up her emotions and not share how she feels with others, Eir uses her art as a means of expressing herself. Whenever she isn't rigorously studying to become a better hero, Hayashi is probably working on her next sketch. Eir realizes she isn't living for herself, but doesn't have it in her to change anything about the direction her life is taking.
Background:Eir Hayashi was born in Kanuma, Tochigi to Teruo and Shoko Hayashi. Teruo, her father, was the physics teacher at a local high school. Her mother ran a general store in town. Teruo had always wanted to be a hero. It was his dream since he was just a boy. He had idolized the profession and those that took it upon themselves to become superheroes. Teruo had tried to become one himself.
But alas, his quirk was near useless for hero work; he could know the answer to any equation he wrote down using a number two pencil. A fine skill for a teacher, but one Teruo could never make use of in his desired profession. Devastated by his own personal failure, Teruo tried to live out his dream through his only child, Eir Hayashi. Her quirk manifested when she was three, when Eir fell thirty five feet straight down into a pit and survived the fall unscathed- albeit, the little girl had been covered in bone-like armor when the authorities retrieved her. Her father was overjoyed when she was returned to his arms. Not because she was alive, but because of the fantastic quirk his child had. The man quickly set her path in stone: she was to be a hero, and nothing less would satisfy her dad.
She felt the pressure of Teruo's expectations throughout her whole life. He pushed her to become what he wanted her to be, shunning anything the child might want for herself as folly. Eir quickly learned to never speak up in disagreement with her old man, because...consequences...always followed. Silent consent was the best way for young Hayashi to avoid the disapproving glare she had come to fear. This defense mechanism leaked into the rest of Eir's life, turning the vibrant child quiet as the grave. She retreated into her shell, finding her only joy in drawing. Even as a child, Eir liked to make pretty pictures. Her wild imagination could be put to the page. Through her pictures, Eir could dream of being something more than her parent's expectations. Eir could be a teacher, an astronaut or a farmer. Or a four headed dragon monster. Whatever she wanted to be, Hayashi could use a pencil or a crayon to make it real.
As time passed, Eir excelled in school. She had an excellent memory, and her parents pushed her to succeed in everything she did. The girl liked to read and study; it gave her an excuse to avoid Tersuo's exhausting 'hero training regime.' That's what he called what could otherwise be described as torture for a middle schooler. Her father tried to turn Miss Hayashi into the perfect example of a human being. He ran her until she collapsed. Pushed her grow her strength until Eir couldn't hold her own arms up anymore. It was cruel, inhumane and nobody did a damn thing to stop Tersuo. Her mother quietly disapproved of the practice. Shoko would sometimes fake that Eir was sick and allow her to stay home with her. She sneaked candy into Eir's perfectly regimented diet. The woman never once tried to stop things, though. Eir didn't know why; she assumed Shoko was just as afraid of Tersuo as Eir was. Eventually, the quiet girl was old enough to send to one of Japan's hero academies. Tersuo tried to enroll her into top schools like U.A High, but Miss Hayashi cleverly sabotaged her own exams. She figured she was far from up to snuff anyway, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tersuo eventually caught on to her scheme. He punished her for her actions, and then shipped her off to Kosei Academy. Eir had to perform to avoid her father's wrath. She did excellently on the written exam and her performance in the physical exam was satisfactory.
Quirk: Bone CarapaceEir's quirk turns her into a human tank. On command, the girl can create bone-like armor. Forming it takes only a split second, and she can hold it there for upwards of an hour before she has to break the carapace and recharge. Hayashi's armor is quite heavy, especially for someone of her size; wearing it slows her down considerably. Eir can't move at all while wearing the full suit, leaving her vulnerable to any area of effect attacks unless she wants to anchor herself to one spot. Once Eir has shed a part of her shell, she can't reform it on that same spot for roughly ten seconds. Her carapace, while extremely durable, can still be cracked and destroyed. Eir isn't able to reform a broken shell for hours.
Hayashi's special move is Knuckle Duster Buster. She concentrates her carapace around her fists, forming two bone-like knuckle dusters. Eir's otherwise underwhelming punches become a dangerous threat to anyone that gets too close to her. It's her only true offensive move, but Hayashi can use it to great effect against any opponent that underestimates the power behind her tiny fists.
Talents and Skills:
Talented artist, particularly at sketching/drawing
Skilled at climbing
Excellent memory and keen observer |
6,303 | 174 | 13 | 2,390 | 258 | It was clear to Temperance, he was getting mixed reactions for his rather rude interjection. Long Legs took the more neutral approach, letting her brief annoyance show in the tone of her voice when addressing him. Mr. Blonde, however, had a more negative reaction, which he made excruciatingly clear with his body language. But those two didn't really matter to him, as the one that had saw his intrusion as positive, was the one he meant to help out. It was insightful going to a new school with new people, since he could study and gauge how his personality went with others and where his flaws were so he could fix them; it was a great learning experience, one that he couldn't let go to waste.
The blonde couldn't help but smile when Short Stack blushed, it was definitely cute. He gave the girl a small, but encouraging, smile before putting all of his focus on the two that were now apologizing, as well as introducing themselves, to each other. Bringing his hands up to create a praying motion, Tempest nodded eagerly.
"There we are. Much better than arguing over silly business." He chimed, now clapping silently. He did stop, however, when the shorter girl introduced herself. So there was Long Legs... Miss Dante. Mr. Blonde... Mr. Iccho. And Short Stake... Lady Eir. "Oh yes, very fine names indeed. Although I don't feel I've earned the right to introduce myself to you three...my name is Temperance Wilk. Please, just call me Tempest." He spoke up, his last sentence ending in a much more casual way than expected, even from him. "Meeting on such tense ground might have been...rude, but I do hope we could get along in the near future, Mr. Iccho and Miss Dante." This time, Tempest ended with closed eyes and a faint bow. He had no reason to include Eir in that statement, since he would already see them going quite far together... At least he should try to get to know the other two...despite how hotheaded they both seemed...
At the sound of Eir's suggestion, Temperance immediately perked up, raising a hand just as quickly.
"That sounds delightful! Would it be alright if I sat next to you, Lady Eir? Or would you prefer Eir?" Tempearance's attempt to split his attention among the three failed as soon as he thought of it. | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,304 | 174 | 14 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante let out a sigh of relief when he also apologised for his behavior. For a moment she was afraid he was going to keep the argument going. She smiled at him, the. Turned her attention to Die and the new boy, who shortly introduced himself as Tempest. She also noted how he referred to Eir as 'lady Eir'. She didn't know if this was another flirting attempt or something else, but she wasn't sure of the guy's intentions. Dante honestly couldn't help it, but she felt a strong sense of protection about Sit. They had litteraly only just met, but Wit reminded her of some of her friends back home. The familiarity was very welcome on the foreign environment.
"I agree. Let's sit together. It'll give us a chance to get to know each other more."
She turned to Iccho.
"And it'll give me a chance to redeem myself for being such an a-... ahem, for being so rude "
She quickly moved the short distance to the seats and sat four chairs in, leaving space for the other three to sit. | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,305 | 174 | 15 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho
Stepping out of the car, Jefferson St. John stretched his legs, grinning as he breathed in the fresh ocean air. It had taken months of effort, thirty applications, and around twenty hours of travel, but he had finally arrived at Kosei Academy. The air was clean, the forest was dense, the lake was beautiful, and he was going to have a grand old time.
He smiled to himself as he went to hoist his duffel, only to realize that it had already been taken away. Apparently there were porters for the school. Porters! God, this was exciting. Still, hopefully he would be able to understand more than he had so far. The driver had rattled off like a machine gun the entire way from Mustafa to the school, and all that the student had managed to pick up was something about bad fishing in the lake and to steer clear of the forest. Strange dialect, local probably. There was also a short mention that tipping the driver was customary, but Jeff took that one as a joke.
Regardless, he had just become a small fish in a big pond, and hell if he wasn’t going to make a good impression. Someone was speaking loudly over the crowd, but he didn’t pay it much mind. As it was, he was busy being bludgeoned by the hundreds of students around him, scanning the flow of bodies to figure out where he was supposed to go.For a moment, he was thrown. He spotted several shocks of blonde hair facing away from him and headed over. It made sense that there would be other transfer students. Hell, one could even be from the States! Wouldn’t that be funny, two Americans in a Japanese academy. He approached with a broad grin on his face, loud English booming when he got close. “Hey, you guys from around here?”
As he drew close, he saw there was a third with them, a small girl with pink hair. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head just a bit. He honestly couldn't tell if she was Japanese or not, so he decided to play it safe with his language choices and prayed for his accent to be less pronounced. She honestly looked... a little terrified. Maybe could use a confidence boost. "I like the hair." | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,306 | 174 | 16 | 2,735 | 21 | Iccho was glad that the anger had died down and now everyone had started introducing themselves. The small girl was named Eir and she wanted to sit together. That might not be a bad idea, even though they might have gotten off on the wrong foot; this is the only group of people that Iccho knew at Kosei. This group seemed to at least interacting on friendly tones now. After Eir introduced herself, it was Tempest. Who even talks like this anymore? Iccho wondered if Tempest's quirk was time travel and he just forgot how to talk in today's vernacular. He also seemed very interested in Eir, calling her lady. He really is doubling down on that super formal approach to talking to woman, guess chivalry really isn't dead thanks to this guy.
Dante agreed with Eir and took as seat, while she wanted to redeem herself for her prior behavior. Iccho could not be happier about this proposition. He wanted to make up for the way he acted before and it is good that Dante was in favor of making peace. "Are you guys gonna join us?" as Iccho looked up at the two still standing. "So Dante, where are you from?"
Before he could get a response, a strange boy came up and then spoke it what seemed like tongues to Iccho. He had picked up some Korean at home when they interacted with Korean fishing ships, but he had no idea what this boy just said. He just blinked at the boy a few times before the stranger transitioned to Japanese to compliment Eir's hair. Why are all these guys talking to Eir? Was Iccho the weird one here? Should he start talking to Eir? Iccho couldn't think about that too much, but rather transitioned back to the guy that just walked up to the group.
"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you said. I'm going to guess you're not from around here. Well neither am I, looks like we have something in common," Iccho was trying hard to act friendlier than he was before. He needed to improve on his people skills, especially since his first interaction here was almost getting in a fight. "My name is Iccho Matsui. It is nice to meet you." | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,307 | 174 | 17 | 2,334 | 204 | E I R H A Y A S H I
// Kosei Academy - Front Gate - Morning of Day 1 \\
Everyone had accepted her suggestion that the four of them sit together. Eir was glad; she wouldn't need to get to know anyone else if she stuck with the same small group. Establishing a tight knit group of friends had been Hayashi's first personal goal at the Academy. While Eir certainly enjoyed being alone, she was keenly aware that she couldn't do everything on her own. She had many weaknesses that, hopefully, her new acquaintances good make up for. 'So long as Iccho and Dante don't tear each other apart.' The two of them were making an effort to talk to one another, and make up for their earlier clash. Eir was just a little bit proud of herself for being one of the reasons they had set their differences aside to talk. A slight smile etched across her face, Hayashi watched the others begin to move toward the rows of chairs to sit together.
Temperance Wilk, or simply Tempest as he apparently preferred, turned his attention to Eir. She still wasn't quite sure what to think of the boy. He was very nice and quite cordial, something the other two could learn a thing or two about from Tempest. The well spoken teen asked if he could sit beside Hayashi. She was taken aback by the forward request. Even if Mr. Wilk wasn't attempting to flirt with the pink haired, he was making a concentrated effort to interact with her. Hayashi was, on one hand, flattered by the amount of attention she was getting and on the other worried she would screw things up and look like a weirdo. "A-alright." She agreed to sit next to Tempest. There was also the issue of how...formal he was being. 'Lady' wasn't a prefix anyone had ever used to speak to Hayashi. That kind of talk was left for the nobility of old, and for the few remaining monarchies in the world. Eir would be lying if she said she wasn't flattered. "Um, just Eir's fine." Hayashi giggled, her smile broadening. Naive to the boy's intentions, she started to follow him over toward the seats he'd chosen, where Dante and Iccho were already getting comfortable.
Before Eir was even half way to the seat, she heard an alien accent calling out into the crowd in different language. She picked up on it almost immediately. 'English?' Hayashi was familiar with the tongue. Her home town frequently has tourists from America and Europe. There was a point where her mother's store was getting customers who didn't speak Japanese every day for almost a month. Communication was difficult, making sales near impossible. Eir's father decided she should do something about it, so Teruo ordered her to pick up English classes at school. Hayashi had taken four years of English classes back to back, studying hard so she could act as an interpreter for the tourists that came to the shop. It paid off, with Eir capable of...conversational English. The short girl turned around, searching for the source of the voice. Her eyes fell on the bright skinned man- or, boy, if he was a student. He must've noticed she was paying attention to him, because he looked right at her and spoke. His Japanese was rusty to say the least, but Eir caught on. He...complimented her hair. 'Why is everyone paying so much attention to me?' She internally moaned. Attention was the last thing she wanted. "Thank you." Eir responded. "Are you from America?" Eir swapped from Japanese to English, her attempt at his native tongue rusty but still quite clear and understandable.
"O-oh. Where are my manners. I'm Eir Hayashi, it is nice to meet you." She continued in surprisingly clean English, bowing toward the outsider. Eir had spoken more just minutes after getting to the Academy than she had the last month. It made her anxious and uncomfortable to get out of her shell like this. However, far be it for Eir to be rude to someone. | Name: Hayashi, Eir
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Personality:Eir is a timid girl that doesn't like to stand out in a crowd. She enjoys the solace of silence rather than the company of others more often than not. Hayashi lacks confidence; she constantly questions her abilities, and whether or not she can measure up to the standards expected of her. Eir is far from the ideal hero. She's cowardly, uncertain and unable to stand up for herself. Her introverted nature usually leads Eir to having few friends. If it was for her to decide, Hayashi would never have signed up for the hero course at Kosei Academy. She'd much rather focus on her true passion: art. Eir had always had a natural talent for drawing. Since the teen has a tendency to bottle up her emotions and not share how she feels with others, Eir uses her art as a means of expressing herself. Whenever she isn't rigorously studying to become a better hero, Hayashi is probably working on her next sketch. Eir realizes she isn't living for herself, but doesn't have it in her to change anything about the direction her life is taking.
Background:Eir Hayashi was born in Kanuma, Tochigi to Teruo and Shoko Hayashi. Teruo, her father, was the physics teacher at a local high school. Her mother ran a general store in town. Teruo had always wanted to be a hero. It was his dream since he was just a boy. He had idolized the profession and those that took it upon themselves to become superheroes. Teruo had tried to become one himself.
But alas, his quirk was near useless for hero work; he could know the answer to any equation he wrote down using a number two pencil. A fine skill for a teacher, but one Teruo could never make use of in his desired profession. Devastated by his own personal failure, Teruo tried to live out his dream through his only child, Eir Hayashi. Her quirk manifested when she was three, when Eir fell thirty five feet straight down into a pit and survived the fall unscathed- albeit, the little girl had been covered in bone-like armor when the authorities retrieved her. Her father was overjoyed when she was returned to his arms. Not because she was alive, but because of the fantastic quirk his child had. The man quickly set her path in stone: she was to be a hero, and nothing less would satisfy her dad.
She felt the pressure of Teruo's expectations throughout her whole life. He pushed her to become what he wanted her to be, shunning anything the child might want for herself as folly. Eir quickly learned to never speak up in disagreement with her old man, because...consequences...always followed. Silent consent was the best way for young Hayashi to avoid the disapproving glare she had come to fear. This defense mechanism leaked into the rest of Eir's life, turning the vibrant child quiet as the grave. She retreated into her shell, finding her only joy in drawing. Even as a child, Eir liked to make pretty pictures. Her wild imagination could be put to the page. Through her pictures, Eir could dream of being something more than her parent's expectations. Eir could be a teacher, an astronaut or a farmer. Or a four headed dragon monster. Whatever she wanted to be, Hayashi could use a pencil or a crayon to make it real.
As time passed, Eir excelled in school. She had an excellent memory, and her parents pushed her to succeed in everything she did. The girl liked to read and study; it gave her an excuse to avoid Tersuo's exhausting 'hero training regime.' That's what he called what could otherwise be described as torture for a middle schooler. Her father tried to turn Miss Hayashi into the perfect example of a human being. He ran her until she collapsed. Pushed her grow her strength until Eir couldn't hold her own arms up anymore. It was cruel, inhumane and nobody did a damn thing to stop Tersuo. Her mother quietly disapproved of the practice. Shoko would sometimes fake that Eir was sick and allow her to stay home with her. She sneaked candy into Eir's perfectly regimented diet. The woman never once tried to stop things, though. Eir didn't know why; she assumed Shoko was just as afraid of Tersuo as Eir was. Eventually, the quiet girl was old enough to send to one of Japan's hero academies. Tersuo tried to enroll her into top schools like U.A High, but Miss Hayashi cleverly sabotaged her own exams. She figured she was far from up to snuff anyway, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tersuo eventually caught on to her scheme. He punished her for her actions, and then shipped her off to Kosei Academy. Eir had to perform to avoid her father's wrath. She did excellently on the written exam and her performance in the physical exam was satisfactory.
Quirk: Bone CarapaceEir's quirk turns her into a human tank. On command, the girl can create bone-like armor. Forming it takes only a split second, and she can hold it there for upwards of an hour before she has to break the carapace and recharge. Hayashi's armor is quite heavy, especially for someone of her size; wearing it slows her down considerably. Eir can't move at all while wearing the full suit, leaving her vulnerable to any area of effect attacks unless she wants to anchor herself to one spot. Once Eir has shed a part of her shell, she can't reform it on that same spot for roughly ten seconds. Her carapace, while extremely durable, can still be cracked and destroyed. Eir isn't able to reform a broken shell for hours.
Hayashi's special move is Knuckle Duster Buster. She concentrates her carapace around her fists, forming two bone-like knuckle dusters. Eir's otherwise underwhelming punches become a dangerous threat to anyone that gets too close to her. It's her only true offensive move, but Hayashi can use it to great effect against any opponent that underestimates the power behind her tiny fists.
Talents and Skills:
Talented artist, particularly at sketching/drawing
Skilled at climbing
Excellent memory and keen observer |
6,308 | 174 | 18 | 2,390 | 258 | Eir it is then. Temperance smiled as well before his attention was brought over to Iccho, who was already sitting down with Dante. Oh yeah...these two also exist. Maybe it was because they weren't arguing with each other anymore, but they seemed a lot more approachable now. It probably had to do with them now being below eye level for him...
"Of course we will be. Come along now, Eir." Tempest spoke, trying hs best to refrain from grabbing the dual haired girl's hand. Judging by the earlier arguement, she had to a little shy. So instead, the blonde motioned to the chairs right next to Iccho. He opted taking the seat furtherest to the end of the group so that Eir wouldn't feel left out in anyway.
Just as the girl was about to take her seat, however, a sound he wasn't quite expecting reached his ears, making him jump a little. It was obvious that the noise was English and coming from a fluent English speaker, but just because Tempest knew, it didn't mean that he understood what he was saying.
"I-I'm sorry?" The boy stuttered, as he brought his emerald gaze to yet another tall boy; was it just him that was short, or was everyone else just freakishly tall? His hair was an interesting shade of blue, one that he couldn't tell was natural of not. But instead of questioning it, Tempest looked back at Eir, who also was speaking English. The blonde's eyes lit up happily, clearly impressed with what he was seeing.
While taking his seat, Temperance waved at the blue haired man and followed after Eir, hearing her name within the other language.
"Temperance Wilk. Tempest." Of course, he would have said more, but he was a little afraid that the other wouldn't understand him or something. | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,309 | 174 | 19 | 1,996 | 106 | KOSEI ACADEMY - OPENING CEREMONIES
All in all, it only took around an hour before the entire group had arrived and found their seats. The speeches began shortly thereafter and for the most part went largely ignored. Many students were too distracted with their new setting to really listen while others had already heard the same speeches time and again and had long since learned how to tune them out. There wasn't anything that any of them could say that could out weigh the effect the arrival had on them.
Their words felt hollow next to the reality of the school before them and the artificial island they were now on. One of the faculty drew some notice but for most of the wrong reasons. Though she smiled and welcome them to the school, the Vice Principal's eyes were anything but warm and if anything seemed to imply that she was wholly unimpressed with the students that had shown up. She went on a quick rundown of some of the rules which for the most part were par for the course but with a few exceptions. Most notable was the mention of being disallowed from venturing too far from the academy without escort and the brief explanation regarding point and ranking system they wish to implement. She also made a quick comment about defenestrations being prohibited above the third story. It wasn't long before she was excusing herself and welcoming the next and final speaker, Principal Arata Sako.
"Aha. I recognize that look. Don't worry we're about done." The speaker winked conspiratorially at them from up behind his podium while his face twisted into a wry smile.
Arata Sako was hard to place. He wasn't old but he was clearly past his youth. He wasn't dirty or slovenly but at the same time he was neither clean or or well kept. Jasper was far from ugly but he was just shy of being called handsome. There was a down to earth quality to him that seemed so out of place in the setting. He was a man apart from the rest of it all and it didn't seem to bother him in the least.
"My name, as many of you may know, is Arata Sako. And this, is my school. You are all here because you're different than everyone else. Special is a word that gets thrown around a lot but I want you to know that in this instance, I mean it. You are unique. There exists within you that unidentifiable quality that drives you forward that others lack and here we're going to hone that aspect of yourselves into something more. Now, I know you all have your own reasons for coming here, but whatever your purpose, I hope you'll come to enjoy this school as much as I do."
"Well...that's all I wanted to say. So how about we just call it a day and let you see what this school's all about for yourselves?" The gates that had been sealed behind him began to swing inward invitingly."Explore the campus, meet the faculty, or find a quiet place to do nothing at all. The day is yours. Make of it what you will."
OOC: Alright then, feel free to do whatever you please. Its time for some cooperative world building since I also want the participants to have some contributions to the setting you're all going to be RPing in. Describe or create scenarios, locations, and NPCs if you wish, but make them a bit vague to allow me to alter them as needed to fit the whole setting we have. You can start breaking off into group or going solo; I'll be updating accordingly.
And before I forget, here's some information regarding the aforementioned Rankings and Points.
Kosei Academy works on a reward system that grants greater privileges and rights to those with higher rankings. You will see that those with higher rankings will have nicer dorms, less restrictions, and greater influence over school. Do note, however, that lower rankings will not leave you with less. You are guaranteed everything you need to succeed in your training no matter your ranking. Repercussions exists for those who continue to remain in the bottom rankings and show no strive for improving. The natural question here is how does one rise up in the rankings. There are two ways in which to accomplish this.
First there is the old fashioned way. Do well in your training and outperform them and you will see your rank gradually rise up. This is the safest way to do it but it will take a longer period of time regardless of your results.
The second involves a degree of risk. You can challenge anyone of your colleagues for their rank. These are formal challenges and must be officiated by a member of the faculty. The challenged has the right to choose the location, time, and rules of the match. If you succeed you will gain their rank while they will fall down to your previous ranking. If you lose then you are banned from further challenges for the remainder of the term. If you fail three challenges you are then expelled.
In order to curb the influence of outside factors, you will find that money has no value here. All stores instead require points which you will accumulate during your stay here. Your student ID will act as your debit card while you study here and can be used to spend your points. How do you get points? Simple. You will be rewarded a weekly allowance of points based upon your ranking. You will also receive points from teachers for exceptional work. The quickest way to gain points, however, is to perform well in the various events hosted throughout the term as the winners here are awarded various rewards which often include copious amounts of points.
What do you use your points on? Your dorm room, school supplies, and daily meals come free. Points will be used for anything outside those areas. Anything you wish to acquire can be gotten. Whether you want to buy higher quality meals, furniture for you room, or better equipment, all can be gained through the use of points; requests can be made as well. Guard your IDs well for without them you will find yourself quite out of luck. | QUIRK LIST
EmitterTransformationMutantPoint to PointAssimilationLittle DragonBone CarapacePoison QuillMomentumPower UpPhantom MenaceHuff and PuffBlackoutCompact----Mind over Matter--------Outline--------Spiral--------Compress-------- |
6,310 | 174 | 20 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho
"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you said. I'm going to guess you're not from around here. Well neither am I, looks like we have something in common," Iccho was trying hard to act friendlier than he was before. He needed to improve on his people skills, especially since his first interaction here was almost getting in a fight. "My name is Iccho Matsui. It is nice to meet you."
"Thank you." Eir responded. "Are you from America?" Eir swapped from Japanese to English, her attempt at his native tongue rusty but still quite clear and understandable.
"O-oh. Where are my manners. I'm Eir Hayashi, it is nice to meet you." She continued in surprisingly clean English, bowing toward the outsider.
"I-I'm sorry?" The boy stuttered, as he brought his emerald gaze to yet another tall boy.
While taking his seat, Temperance waved at the blue haired man and followed after Eir, hearing her name within the other language.
"Temperance Wilk. Tempest."
St. John blinked for a second, taken aback by the flurry of responses in what was, mostly, his second language. These were most definitely not transfer students. That being said, they say that immersion is the best way to learn a language, and that was the point of this trip after all. First off, though, one of them spoke English. That was actually a little surprising, but a good start. “Um, yeah, actually. Transfer student.” He laughed to himself, baritone bouncing on the stone floor. “Not anywhere exciting, though. I lived in cornfields and soybeans.”
Raising his eyes, he addressed the two blond students behind the younger girl, wincing a bit as he struggled to remember the exact words for a few things. “I guess local was wrong for some of us, then. Nice to meet you! My name is Jefferson St. John. It’s a nicety.” He grinned broadly at those around him, excited to speak with people he could understand. Mostly. He looked to the taller of the two boys, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I guess we’ll have to rely on these guys to tell use where the good fishing spots are, eh?”
From the looks of things, someone at the front of the assembly was going to start speaking, so he stole a seat beside the… tall, wow, girl further towards the middle of the row was she bigger than him? He opened his mouth to say something, but then the stern looking woman at the pedestal began speaking. He opted to stay silent for the moment.
***
After the principal had finished his speech, the foreigner stood tall and stretched, turning to those beside him with a glimmer in his eye, trying to ignore his awful accent. “So, who wants to go find something bad for us?” | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,311 | 174 | 21 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante was not getting a good vibe from this Tempest guy. Amd it seemed that Eir was... for lack of a better word, oblivious to his intentions. She couldnt help but sigh. If that girl didnt have someone to look out for her Dante was sure she was going to get eatten alive. And not in the arena either. Already boys were flocking around her. She spoke to tempest in a somewhat annoyed voice. "You know, some might consider what you're doing to be more than a little 'forward'. And she doesnt have to 'come along' with you." as she was done spealing Iccho asked her where she was from and she blushed. She was from an orphanage in Funabashi, and often orphans were looked down apon flr beong usless... well maybe sge could leave the orphan part out. She looked at Iccho and rubbed her neck nervously. "Ah, well, erm.... I'm from Funabash-"
Just as she began to spoke however they were interrupted by an English voice. Dante looked over to where it was coming from. Yet another not had joined them at their little group. This one looked to be about her size, and she recognized the signs of having been trained in boxing immediately. A somewhat crooked nose, caloused hands, that confidence that you only seem to get after getting out of the ring with someone. This guy gave off just yhe sheer vibe of 'fighting spirit'. While all of Dante's fights had technically been illegal, she still felt love for the sport. Even if she was just a bareknuckle boxer. As everyone began to introduce themselves Dante stood up to introduce herself as well, but at that point the assembly had started and everyone quieted down.
After the assembly had ended The american, who introduced himself as Jeferson st. John, asked of they wished to do anything. Dante approached him and pointed to her own slightly crooked nose with her caloused hands, as she did she spoke in a questioning tone.
"Do you box?" | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,312 | 174 | 22 | 2,735 | 21 | Iccho listened closely to the Vice Principal and Principal speak to the new students. The whole system about challenges to improve ones rank intrigued Iccho, however the reward of having better living accommodations didn't really appeal to him. Since he spent fortnights at a time on a ship, Iccho was use to cramped quarters and low quality meals. A simple life is what Iccho would always look for and he is not going to risk being expelled just to improve his life. However, ranking up higher will put him in the eye of better heroes. This will put him in better situations to improve as a hero when he gets a sidekick position. Iccho decided that he would challenge after the first round of challenges happen so he can do proper research. He will also have to make sure that he limits his powers if he does not need to go all out.
Iccho was thinking so far ahead that he didn't even realize what the principal said until the permission to explore the grounds piqued his interest. He could go find his dorm, or explore the training grounds, or try to talk to some of the teachers to figure out what the school will be like. Before he had a chance to raise his voice with his ideas, the foreigner raised the option of finding something bad. Iccho was not sure if he should take that statement seriously, or if it was facetious. Then Dante questioned him about his boxing.
"If you guys are interested in boxing and doing something, we could go find the training center. We could see what kind of equipment we are working with and if there is even a boxing ring." This would be a good opportunity to see what some of the fellow students had hidden up their sleeves. Iccho stood up after his suggestion and started walking towards the gate which were starting to open. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,313 | 174 | 23 | 2,334 | 204 | E I R H A Y A S H I
// Kosei Academy - Front Gate - Morning of Day 1 \\
Apparently the foreigner was from the U.S, as Eir suspected. He brushed off his origins as uninteresting, but Hayashi thought it anything but. Where one comes from always had a hand in where one was going. Eir was only at the Academy because of her parents, for example. It was likely everyone else had a story for why they decided to come to Kosei; no, not likely. It was certain. Nobody just chose to become a hero on a whim. It was a perilous profession that didn't offer much in the way of income, and only the greatest heroes ever became famous. Most were in it for altruistic reasons. People who wanted to make the world a better place by using their quirks for the good of the world. Hayashi couldn't...count herself among them. It embarrassed her to even think about her reasons for going to the school. They were entirely selfish. She didn't want to uplift the weak or protect the defenseless; Eir was only there to avoid Teruo's wrath. While Eir's origins were nothing to be proud of, she assumed the transfer student's were the stuff of legend. He came all the way around the world to Japan, just to be a superhero. The stories someone like that must have...
After St. John introduced himself, a bit of banter was tossed around between the others. Dante had some choice words for Temperance. She sounded annoyed with him for some reason. Eir shrunk back a little in her chair, having taken her seat beside Wilk already. Dante meant well, but she was kind of aggressive about it. "Um." Hayashi piped up, looking toward her older friend. "I-it's okay. I'm fine, really." She shot her friend a reassuring smile. It wasn't long before the speaker stepped up to the podium, halting any further conversation. Hayashi paid attention to the speeches given, even if most didn't; she didn't want to miss any important information they might have for her. The Vice Principal's dismissive stare made Eir self conscious. It was like the woman knew how weak Hayashi felt. It was a similar look of disapproval her dad gave her. 'You're not good enough,' the look said. The short girl found it difficult to look at the woman while she welcomed them to the Academy, grateful when she stepped away for the next person to speak. The principal had a radically different effect. Despite his status as head of the school, Eir couldn't shake the feeling that he was the everyman kind of guy. The sort of person everyone found agreeable. Nobody disliked him, except, perhaps, the type of person that would obsess over appearances. Arata Sako didn't speak for long. He told them all that they were special, a sentiment Hayashi didn't really agree with, and hoped they all enjoyed their time there. He was...nice, for lack of a better word.
The essembly ended not too long after that. The point and rank system was interesting. Eir wouldn't use the challenge system much, since that meant direct competition with another student and that was not at all something she was comfortable with. Hayashi would likely obsess over her ranking for the rest of the school year, constantly worried that she wasn't doing well enough or reaching the standards set for her. The gates were opened, and they were told they could go about the rest of the day as they pleased. Classes and such would probably all start tomorrow. But for now, the students were to get acquainted with staff, each other and the Academy's grounds. St. John was the first to stand up and suggest they do something together, though Hayashi didn't know what he meant by 'bad.' She'd rather not start any trouble on her first day. Or ever, preferably. Dante spoke up next, asking Jefferson if he'd ever boxed; Eir was surprised by the question. Though, thinking about it, Dante did look like the kind of girl that liked to fight. And John had the...build...to be a fighter. Iccho piped up, piggybacking on Dante's question and John's inquiry about what they'd do next. He wanted them to head to the training center. "That sounds fun." Hayashi offered her opinion on the matter, quietly joining in the conversation. She hopped out of her seat and shoved her hands deep in her hoodie's pocket, patiently waiting to see if the others wanted to go along too. While she might not be the physical type, Hayashi's quirk made combat training pretty much mandatory. She was built to fight, even if that was the last thing Eir wanted. | Name: Hayashi, Eir
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Personality:Eir is a timid girl that doesn't like to stand out in a crowd. She enjoys the solace of silence rather than the company of others more often than not. Hayashi lacks confidence; she constantly questions her abilities, and whether or not she can measure up to the standards expected of her. Eir is far from the ideal hero. She's cowardly, uncertain and unable to stand up for herself. Her introverted nature usually leads Eir to having few friends. If it was for her to decide, Hayashi would never have signed up for the hero course at Kosei Academy. She'd much rather focus on her true passion: art. Eir had always had a natural talent for drawing. Since the teen has a tendency to bottle up her emotions and not share how she feels with others, Eir uses her art as a means of expressing herself. Whenever she isn't rigorously studying to become a better hero, Hayashi is probably working on her next sketch. Eir realizes she isn't living for herself, but doesn't have it in her to change anything about the direction her life is taking.
Background:Eir Hayashi was born in Kanuma, Tochigi to Teruo and Shoko Hayashi. Teruo, her father, was the physics teacher at a local high school. Her mother ran a general store in town. Teruo had always wanted to be a hero. It was his dream since he was just a boy. He had idolized the profession and those that took it upon themselves to become superheroes. Teruo had tried to become one himself.
But alas, his quirk was near useless for hero work; he could know the answer to any equation he wrote down using a number two pencil. A fine skill for a teacher, but one Teruo could never make use of in his desired profession. Devastated by his own personal failure, Teruo tried to live out his dream through his only child, Eir Hayashi. Her quirk manifested when she was three, when Eir fell thirty five feet straight down into a pit and survived the fall unscathed- albeit, the little girl had been covered in bone-like armor when the authorities retrieved her. Her father was overjoyed when she was returned to his arms. Not because she was alive, but because of the fantastic quirk his child had. The man quickly set her path in stone: she was to be a hero, and nothing less would satisfy her dad.
She felt the pressure of Teruo's expectations throughout her whole life. He pushed her to become what he wanted her to be, shunning anything the child might want for herself as folly. Eir quickly learned to never speak up in disagreement with her old man, because...consequences...always followed. Silent consent was the best way for young Hayashi to avoid the disapproving glare she had come to fear. This defense mechanism leaked into the rest of Eir's life, turning the vibrant child quiet as the grave. She retreated into her shell, finding her only joy in drawing. Even as a child, Eir liked to make pretty pictures. Her wild imagination could be put to the page. Through her pictures, Eir could dream of being something more than her parent's expectations. Eir could be a teacher, an astronaut or a farmer. Or a four headed dragon monster. Whatever she wanted to be, Hayashi could use a pencil or a crayon to make it real.
As time passed, Eir excelled in school. She had an excellent memory, and her parents pushed her to succeed in everything she did. The girl liked to read and study; it gave her an excuse to avoid Tersuo's exhausting 'hero training regime.' That's what he called what could otherwise be described as torture for a middle schooler. Her father tried to turn Miss Hayashi into the perfect example of a human being. He ran her until she collapsed. Pushed her grow her strength until Eir couldn't hold her own arms up anymore. It was cruel, inhumane and nobody did a damn thing to stop Tersuo. Her mother quietly disapproved of the practice. Shoko would sometimes fake that Eir was sick and allow her to stay home with her. She sneaked candy into Eir's perfectly regimented diet. The woman never once tried to stop things, though. Eir didn't know why; she assumed Shoko was just as afraid of Tersuo as Eir was. Eventually, the quiet girl was old enough to send to one of Japan's hero academies. Tersuo tried to enroll her into top schools like U.A High, but Miss Hayashi cleverly sabotaged her own exams. She figured she was far from up to snuff anyway, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tersuo eventually caught on to her scheme. He punished her for her actions, and then shipped her off to Kosei Academy. Eir had to perform to avoid her father's wrath. She did excellently on the written exam and her performance in the physical exam was satisfactory.
Quirk: Bone CarapaceEir's quirk turns her into a human tank. On command, the girl can create bone-like armor. Forming it takes only a split second, and she can hold it there for upwards of an hour before she has to break the carapace and recharge. Hayashi's armor is quite heavy, especially for someone of her size; wearing it slows her down considerably. Eir can't move at all while wearing the full suit, leaving her vulnerable to any area of effect attacks unless she wants to anchor herself to one spot. Once Eir has shed a part of her shell, she can't reform it on that same spot for roughly ten seconds. Her carapace, while extremely durable, can still be cracked and destroyed. Eir isn't able to reform a broken shell for hours.
Hayashi's special move is Knuckle Duster Buster. She concentrates her carapace around her fists, forming two bone-like knuckle dusters. Eir's otherwise underwhelming punches become a dangerous threat to anyone that gets too close to her. It's her only true offensive move, but Hayashi can use it to great effect against any opponent that underestimates the power behind her tiny fists.
Talents and Skills:
Talented artist, particularly at sketching/drawing
Skilled at climbing
Excellent memory and keen observer |
6,314 | 174 | 24 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho
"Do you box?"
The American blinked twice. He didn’t know this girl’s name and she was already going to try to fight him. The Japanese were more forward than he had heard. Still, taking a quick moment to size her up, this girl looked like someone who probably had some idea what she was doing. More than that, she didn’t smell like charcoal and there were no sparks around her, so she probably wouldn’t set fire to the ring. Probably. He knew he should be cautious, but he couldn’t help but grin as he looked up at her, hiding his black hands beneath his crossed arms. Someone wanted a brawl. “Nice to meet you, too.”
"If you guys are interested in boxing and doing something, we could go find the training center. We could see what kind of equipment we are working with and if there is even a boxing ring." Iccho stood up after his suggestion and started walking towards the gate which were starting to open.
As Iccho began to head in that direction, Jeff turned back towards the girl with the fighter’s hands, putting his own behind his head as he looked her over again. She was a little bigger than him, and a girl… But he had boxed with women before. Hell, his eldest sister taught him how to do a proper left hook the hard way. “I do, for the record. If you wanna go a few rounds, I’m game. Sounds like… oh, hell.” He talked to himself for a moment in English before turning back to her with a revelation and a smile. “Mischief! Sounds like mischief to get into. But I do have two rules. First, no Quirks. I can’t afford to pay repairs to school property. Second,” the foreigner turned, bringing his hands back over his head and grinning over his shoulder. “I'd prefer an introduction before the fight, instead of after.” | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,315 | 174 | 25 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante couldn't help but grin wickedly. After Iccho out in his ideas about where to box Dante couldn't help but like him just a bit more. Though he probably wanted a sneak peak at their works. Ah, whatever. This is why you're HERE. To prove to everyone and yourself that you've got what it takes. So why not get started early.
She responded with enthusiasm and vigor.
"That sounds like a great idea Iccho!"
When Jefferson turned to her and replied with the absolute minimum amount of annoyance at her not having introduced herself (by accident) she couldn't help but like the guy. She then heard Eir say that it would be fun.
"Awesome, the more the merrier!"
Then Jefferson began to speak in english, and while Dante did know a very few words in english, he didn't say anything about going to the bathroom, so her knowledge was useless. When he switched to Japanese she was slightly disappointed that his rules included no quirks. She thought about it for a moment then another large wicked smile crossed her face.
"sorry, about not introducing myself. I got excited thinking about having someone to box with and got carried away. I'm Dante Virmire, nice to meet you Jefferson St. John. And as for first condition... I'm sure of if I made this an official challenge, the school wouldn't be able to charge you for any of it, right? And if you win, you get more points to spend. Plus we can use our qirks. How does that sound?" | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,316 | 174 | 26 | 2,390 | 258 | Temperance couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion when Dante spoke up. What was that all about? All he wanted was for Eir to sit first before him. How else was he suppose to put that? Maybe it was his choice of words that conveyed a different message?
"...I do apologize if you think my vernacular was...um, 'forward'. I was only trying to have Lad--, uh, Eir sit between Iccho and myself..." The blonde trailed off, his expression remaining rather detached as he now focused on what was coming out of both Eir and Mr. Jefferson's mouths, letting the brief conversation with Dante end there. It was certainly impossible for him to understand what the two were saying, but it was indeed interesting to see how they interacted with each other.
Before he even knew it, the announcements had began, and Temperance was in his seat. First was the Vice Principal. She was...rather imposing, but it was nothing that Tempest couldn't handle without a little preparation. Then there was the principal, who was a lot more approachable and kind. Other than studying the two, Tempest let most of the information go in one ear and out the other; he tried to listen of course, but he could always get the information later. The only information he managed to keep was the ranking and point system, which was interesting, but not something that he really wanted to worry about.
With the assembly ending shortly after, Temperance brought his gaze over to the others, as a conversation sparked among the small group of acquaintances. Jefferson wanted to do something bad...but what did he mean by that? Tempest could only hope that it wasn't anything that would get them into too much trouble. When boxing was brought up, Tempest wasn't very excited about it. Boxing was a sport that require physically hurting the other in order to achieve a knockout, something Tempest's pretty face couldn't exactly handle. However, seeing that Eir was alright with going to the training center, the blonde had no choice but to go. Plus, there were lots of other things that could be done in the training center besides watching Jefferson and Dante mostly beat each other up.
"I would be delighted if you allowed me attend." Tempest chimed in as he was now standing, one leg propped up on his original seat to keep him from falling over entirely. Hearing Jefferson say that the two couldn't use Quirks made Temperance a little discouraged since he can't really turn his off like others, but Dante's proclamation made him think. "Is it not too early to start challenging others, Dante?" The blonde questioned as he looked up at her, his gaze questionable, but still holding a bit of his regular class. While challenging Jefferson would make the first rule null, was it really okay to start a challenge, not even the first day of school? "Wouldn't a member of faculty also have to accompany us?" Tempest added on, his emerald gaze remaining still. | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,317 | 174 | 27 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Campus, on the way to the Main Training Facility
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho
"Sorry, about not introducing myself. I got excited thinking about having someone to box with and got carried away. I'm Dante Virmire, nice to meet you Jefferson St. John. And as for first condition... I'm sure of if I made this an official challenge, the school wouldn't be able to charge you for any of it, right? And if you win, you get more points to spend. Plus we can use our quirks. How does that sound?"
Jefferson grimaced to himself, facing away from the rest of the group. His Quirk was so sneaky, and she was probably sitting on something amazing like control of the wind or super strength. Damn it, this was just like his sisters all over again. Still, a challenge was a challenge, and he got the feeling that Dante wasn’t going to be dissuaded. Besides, if he didn’t used his Quirk, he would never reach the level of the real heroes from the Golden Age. But not this time. He was more than a Quirk, damn it. Still, something was nagging at the back of his mind as he turned back to face her. The grin was tugging at the edge of his mouth again, and he let it ride, cocking an eyebrow and widening his eyes in fake surprise. “Dante, I won’t lie, I’m flattered you think so highly of me. Assuming I’m a higher rank from the start of school, before we even take any examinations? Wow.”
He shook his head and dropped the sarcasm, picking his real smile back up. “In all seriousness, I don’t know if we can do official challenges yet. Hell, I don’t know if we’re ranked. That being said…” He bared his teeth in a grin, returning her gaze. “You’re more than welcome to extend the invitation when I'm ranked above you. And for now, if you still want to use your Quirk in our match today, I have an idea.” He turned to face the shorter of the two blondes in the pack, who had already raised his own objections. “Temperature? Wait, no. Tempura. Temper? Tempest!" He smacked his fist into his pitch-black palm, "That's the one. It’s a big campus, what’s the bet a member of facility is already in the training faculty?” | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,318 | 174 | 28 | 2,735 | 21 | Iccho was happy that everyone was in favor of heading towards the training facilities, and even more so with the fact Dante challenged Jefferson to an official match. That was until, basically everyone pointed out the flaws in that event actually happening. The students have no idea if they are already ranked or if there will be special examinations to put them in order to begin the semester. At least there was still the opportunity to see the other's quirks in action. The was the problem that a faculty member might have to escort us to the training facility, but Iccho was quite sure that they have free reign on campus.
"I'm pretty sure we don't need an escort, but I also wouldn't be surprised if there were faculty members all over campus to make sure no one gets into too much troube," Iccho yelled back at the group since he was already pretty far ahead of them. "Anyway, they will be able to answer if there can be official challenges or not. I'm pretty sure the training facility is the circular building with the green roof." Iccho kept walking and hoping the others would take the hint. If their group doesn't make it their first it will be completely crowded.
He walked under the threshold of the front gate and was in awe of the campus. Iccho had never seen anything like this place before and he was looking forward to training here for the foreseeable future. In front of him was what seemed like the main building for classes with a giant clock tower on top of the building. Iccho was pretty sure that if they cut through the main hall of the lecture building then it will lead right to the training facility.
Before he started his way toward the buildings however, Iccho looked back at the group which he will eventually have to call his friends. They were definitely a more eclectic than Iccho had ever met before. A girl with pink hair, a rich boy, an American, and a girl that terrified Iccho. A small smile crept across his face as the sun hit his face. God, he couldn't wait to start classes. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,319 | 174 | 29 | 2,334 | 204 | E I R H A Y A S H I
// Kosei Academy - Training Fields - Morning of Day 1 \\
The conversation about what exactly they'd be doing shifted a few times. Jefferson agreed to fight Dante in the boxing ring, but only if the two of them didn't use their quirks. Eir could see the merit in that. Quirks had the potential to give one fighter an unfair advantage over another. She didn't pay too much attention to Japan's boxing circuit, but the little that Hayashi had heard indicated that the people with the best quirks dominated the scene, leaving little room for more technically skilled fighters to shine. Fights where no quirks were allowed, in the vein of fighting sports from before the time quirks became so prevalent, were based more on one's own physical abilities and knowledge than genetics. Eir wouldn't...be able to participate, if that was how they were doing things. She was fine with that though. This was more about seeing how the others fought than testing her own mettle against them. Hayashi would observe Jefferson and Dante's duel to learn how they fought and acted. Learning about her fellow students would be vital to surpassing them. 'And I'll get to hang out with them.' It was an all around win for the pink haired girl.
After Dante introduced herself to the American, she decided to change things up. She wasn't satisfied with a simple boxing match between peers. No, the fiery girl wanted to make it an official challenge, for ranking and points and everything. Hayashi could already see a number of flaws in her plan. They didn't know their rankings yet, so it was entirely possible she was already above John. Whether or not there was anyone to make the match official wasn't known to them either. It was clear Dante simply wanted him to use his quirk; but, it an actual challenge wasn't exactly a real possibility, given the circumstances of their recent arrival. The students didn't even know where their dorms were yet! Eir wasn't the only one to notice the flaws in her logic. Tempest was the first to speak up, voicing their shared skepticism. She found herself nodding in agreement with him, looking between St. John and Dante to see what they'd have to say next. The foreigner spoke first...
He said something that could be taken as baiting Dante. It sounded like a joke, but at the same time, Hayashi guessed it wouldn't sit well with the girl at all. She seemed like the kind of person to have a bit of a temper, something that very briefly was touched on in her argument with Iccho. If nothing else, she had something of an ego that wouldn't take that comment well. Jefferson had a fire in his belly like Dante and Iccho, that much was clear. He did decide to allow Dante to use her quirk in their fight. He turned to ask Tempest a question. Hayashi's gaze wandered over toward Iccho Matsuo, who was already wandering ahead of the gang, intent on getting to the training center first. Eir looked back at the others before moving faster to catch up to the boy. She slowed down to his pace once she was just a step behind him. "Excuse me, Mister Matsuo?" Eir called to get his attention. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your quirk?" If the others were busy discussing Dante's challenge, Hayashi might as well take the opportunity to get to know Iccho. She'd do the same for all of them, eventually, when the time was right. | Name: Hayashi, Eir
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Personality:Eir is a timid girl that doesn't like to stand out in a crowd. She enjoys the solace of silence rather than the company of others more often than not. Hayashi lacks confidence; she constantly questions her abilities, and whether or not she can measure up to the standards expected of her. Eir is far from the ideal hero. She's cowardly, uncertain and unable to stand up for herself. Her introverted nature usually leads Eir to having few friends. If it was for her to decide, Hayashi would never have signed up for the hero course at Kosei Academy. She'd much rather focus on her true passion: art. Eir had always had a natural talent for drawing. Since the teen has a tendency to bottle up her emotions and not share how she feels with others, Eir uses her art as a means of expressing herself. Whenever she isn't rigorously studying to become a better hero, Hayashi is probably working on her next sketch. Eir realizes she isn't living for herself, but doesn't have it in her to change anything about the direction her life is taking.
Background:Eir Hayashi was born in Kanuma, Tochigi to Teruo and Shoko Hayashi. Teruo, her father, was the physics teacher at a local high school. Her mother ran a general store in town. Teruo had always wanted to be a hero. It was his dream since he was just a boy. He had idolized the profession and those that took it upon themselves to become superheroes. Teruo had tried to become one himself.
But alas, his quirk was near useless for hero work; he could know the answer to any equation he wrote down using a number two pencil. A fine skill for a teacher, but one Teruo could never make use of in his desired profession. Devastated by his own personal failure, Teruo tried to live out his dream through his only child, Eir Hayashi. Her quirk manifested when she was three, when Eir fell thirty five feet straight down into a pit and survived the fall unscathed- albeit, the little girl had been covered in bone-like armor when the authorities retrieved her. Her father was overjoyed when she was returned to his arms. Not because she was alive, but because of the fantastic quirk his child had. The man quickly set her path in stone: she was to be a hero, and nothing less would satisfy her dad.
She felt the pressure of Teruo's expectations throughout her whole life. He pushed her to become what he wanted her to be, shunning anything the child might want for herself as folly. Eir quickly learned to never speak up in disagreement with her old man, because...consequences...always followed. Silent consent was the best way for young Hayashi to avoid the disapproving glare she had come to fear. This defense mechanism leaked into the rest of Eir's life, turning the vibrant child quiet as the grave. She retreated into her shell, finding her only joy in drawing. Even as a child, Eir liked to make pretty pictures. Her wild imagination could be put to the page. Through her pictures, Eir could dream of being something more than her parent's expectations. Eir could be a teacher, an astronaut or a farmer. Or a four headed dragon monster. Whatever she wanted to be, Hayashi could use a pencil or a crayon to make it real.
As time passed, Eir excelled in school. She had an excellent memory, and her parents pushed her to succeed in everything she did. The girl liked to read and study; it gave her an excuse to avoid Tersuo's exhausting 'hero training regime.' That's what he called what could otherwise be described as torture for a middle schooler. Her father tried to turn Miss Hayashi into the perfect example of a human being. He ran her until she collapsed. Pushed her grow her strength until Eir couldn't hold her own arms up anymore. It was cruel, inhumane and nobody did a damn thing to stop Tersuo. Her mother quietly disapproved of the practice. Shoko would sometimes fake that Eir was sick and allow her to stay home with her. She sneaked candy into Eir's perfectly regimented diet. The woman never once tried to stop things, though. Eir didn't know why; she assumed Shoko was just as afraid of Tersuo as Eir was. Eventually, the quiet girl was old enough to send to one of Japan's hero academies. Tersuo tried to enroll her into top schools like U.A High, but Miss Hayashi cleverly sabotaged her own exams. She figured she was far from up to snuff anyway, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tersuo eventually caught on to her scheme. He punished her for her actions, and then shipped her off to Kosei Academy. Eir had to perform to avoid her father's wrath. She did excellently on the written exam and her performance in the physical exam was satisfactory.
Quirk: Bone CarapaceEir's quirk turns her into a human tank. On command, the girl can create bone-like armor. Forming it takes only a split second, and she can hold it there for upwards of an hour before she has to break the carapace and recharge. Hayashi's armor is quite heavy, especially for someone of her size; wearing it slows her down considerably. Eir can't move at all while wearing the full suit, leaving her vulnerable to any area of effect attacks unless she wants to anchor herself to one spot. Once Eir has shed a part of her shell, she can't reform it on that same spot for roughly ten seconds. Her carapace, while extremely durable, can still be cracked and destroyed. Eir isn't able to reform a broken shell for hours.
Hayashi's special move is Knuckle Duster Buster. She concentrates her carapace around her fists, forming two bone-like knuckle dusters. Eir's otherwise underwhelming punches become a dangerous threat to anyone that gets too close to her. It's her only true offensive move, but Hayashi can use it to great effect against any opponent that underestimates the power behind her tiny fists.
Talents and Skills:
Talented artist, particularly at sketching/drawing
Skilled at climbing
Excellent memory and keen observer |
6,320 | 174 | 30 | 165 | 3,805 | When met simultaneously from pretty much everyone in their group, besides Iccho, with reasons why she shouldnt, and possibly couldn't, challenge Jefferson, Dante rubbed her neck and looked slightly abashed. Man, even Eir is nodong in agreement. She spoke in a slightly softer, embarrassed tone.
"Ah... well... erm... I hadn't really thought about all that."
Jefferson then seemed to glad her I'm about the fight, saying that he was flattered that she saw him as being above her in the rankings. Upon hearing this Dante's eyes seemed to have a fire lot in them and she gave a dangerously big smile. She didn't speak, but her body language seemed to scream 'don't tempt me, boy'. When he, hilariously asked 'Tempura' (that was his nickname now, he couldn't escape it) about the facilitators Iccho answered instead, saying that there should be facilitators there. He then proceeded to a large structure with a Circular green roof. Dante turned to Jefferson as she began to walk along so that she was walking backwards for a moment.
"in all honesty Jefferson, i just wanted to go all out with my quirk against yours, not for any, um... Tactical rason, I guess. But because you look like you would be a really fun fight. But if you really don't want to use your quirk, for whatever reason, I'm cool with that. I didn't think about it before, but I know a lot of people are secretive about their quirks." | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,321 | 174 | 31 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Training Fields
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho , anyone else who joins in
Jefferson looked away from Dante as he addressed her, hiding his hands in his jacket pockets as he placed a tag inside his coat. It was covered and would wear off soon, so the darkness wouldn’t show. That being said, it would help to cool the blood rising in his cheeks. “All good. I will say, it’s, um… Not like that.” He grimaced at himself for a moment, shaking his head. He was always more conscious of his accent when he couldn't find the right words. “Blugh, vocabulary. Just don’t worry too much about it for now. Mine wouldn’t make a huge difference, and you can use your Quirk, that’s all that matters. Let’s just go. I'm itching to limber up some.”
Walking onward past the fighter-girl, he saw Eir go up to Iccho ahead of the group. Quietly, she asked him what his Quirk was. Without his hearing, he most likely would’ve only caught the hint of a conversation with how far away from the main group they were. Still, someone had seriously misrepresented how forward the Japanese were to him before he moved. When he came back for the summer, he would have quite a few choice words for his old language teachers. One of his ears twitched as he leaned forward… No, that would be wrong. Eavesdropping is still eavesdropping, and there were other matters to attend to.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he looked up as they passed the main lecture hall, noticing the outdoor facilities as they walked closer and closer to the Training Center. The trees here were almost supernaturally tall, and the further they went towards the center of the island the denser they seemed to grow. He had been to Yosemite once, and seen the redwoods. This was similar, but something was oddly menacing about this forest. Ignoring the sound of the students around him, he listened closely for sounds of wildlife: birds chirping, squirrels quarreling… nothing. The foreigner grinned to himself. He would have to look into that one night when he inevitably snuck out, just like back home.
For now, he noticed the series of outdoor facilities around the Training Center. There were obstacle courses, fields of rotating wooden pillars with pegs jutting out, sand pits, fields for every sport he could think of(with the notable exception of football), and a huge track surrounding the entire thing. Of particular interest, he noted the large grass field off beside of the track, large trees and boulders strategically placed to provide cover. There were a few craters being filled still, from the looks of it.
The Training Center itself just kept getting bigger as they walked towards it. Evidently, it had been further away from the Front Gate than they had thought. In fact, this close, it almost looked like the huge stadiums they used for football back home. He noticed the tiered system of seating as they got closer, but it was odd. Fluted arches rose up from the ground to support the coliseum, almost like an old cathedral. Part of him wondered how much of this place was for training and how much was for spectacle. His smile got just a touch wider. He was so excited he could hardly stand it. | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,322 | 174 | 32 | 2,735 | 21 | Eir was the first one who caught up to Iccho. The small pink-haired girl was rather formal when she addressed him. Mister Matsuo would have been his grandfather because even his father hated to be called Mister Matsuo. The thing that really shocked Iccho was how direct she was with asking what his quirk was. This was exactly the situation he wanted to avoid, it would give away his element of surprise. He also assumed that others would be listening when he told Eir his quirk. He wasn't going to stoop so low with lying to her, but he also wanted to keep his quirk at least somewhat of a secret.
With that he turned towards Eir in such a that she would be the only one who could see his face. He let a spin grow out of the tip of his index finger and made the shushing gesture. Even if his quill power leaked out, his toxic ability will stay hidden. He smiled at the little girl and said, "My power isn't too impressive, but I think I demonstrated it pretty well. Now if you don't mind me asking, what's your quirk?" With that Iccho retracted his quill from his finger and winced a little when it went back in. It never felt natural to retract his quills, even though he could. This feeling of awkwardness continued with this straight forward with someone, but if Eir was going to be it only felt fair for Iccho.
The group quickly moved through the Great Hall and into the other side of campus where all the training facilities were set up. The arena was massive compared to what Iccho was expecting. It looked like it could fit his entire town in there with room to spare. The group walked up to the arena and Iccho opened the door. It let out a huge gust of cool air as Iccho took the first step inside. The entrance felt like a Tosu Stadium, the only football field he had ever been to. Unlike Tosu Stadium, this arena was circular and what seemed like a retractable roof.
"Let's look for an elevator or a map or a teacher to point us in the right direction. Are we still looking for a boxing ring or do we want to show off our quirks to each other? Or both." Iccho added that little fragment with the hope of seeing each other's quirks in a relaxed environment. It could be a good way to bond with one another and it will lead toward building trust within the group. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,323 | 174 | 33 | 2,390 | 258 | Temperance furrowed his brows in confusion as Jefferson went on various incorrect pronunciations of his name before finally getting it right after the fourth time. He couldn't say that he was mad at the other for being so...so um...himself, so Tempest chose to ignore his first three mistakes and focus on the question at hand.
"That's quite the possibility. Especially with all the students exploring campus..." Jefferson had a point, which was further implied by the other blonde who was quite a ways away from them. "Alright, alright. come along everyone, before Iccho and Eir decide to abandon us." Temperance chimed as he shoved his hands into his short pockets and leaned back a bit, pacing beside the others so that he wouldn't be left behind. And with that, he let his mind wander.
He wasn't really paying attention to the others and their conversations and thought more about what the Training Center would be like. Clearly, he was expecting there to be a lot of equipment and open space to train, but honestly Temperance just wanted to see if there were any weapons he could take a look at. Of course most of them would probably be fake or dulled for safety purposes, but he was still looking forward to it.
Before he even knew it, Temperance and his group of...friends? Acquaintances? Whatever...what mattered was that the circular building with a green roof that Iccho had mentioned was coming in sight. Even around the building, there were various different courses, fields, and even a track field. Wow...this place will be perfect in case my Quirk gets out of hand... A small smile formed on his face.
"Wow, this place has quite the atmosphere..." Temperance spoke wistfully before bringing his attention up to Jefferson, who's face embodied the exact definition of excitement. "You seem quite happy, Jefferson. Can't say I blame you." The princely boy said with a smirk.
Before he even had a chance to hear the other's response, Temperance's attention was brought to Iccho who question what they were going to do. The second option was definitely tempting, but they originally came here for the first. Of course doing both was an option, but which would come first? A little conflicted, Tempest remained quite and looked specifically at Dante and Jefferson to see what they thought. | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,324 | 174 | 34 | 2,390 | 258 | As the sleek black car rolled to a stop at the majestic front gates of Kosei Academy, Tatsu opened her door and hopped down to the pavement below, unable to keep the grin off her face as the wind blew her orange hair about wildly. The day for her to start really learning about how to use her abilities was finally here! If the long car ride hadn’t left her legs feeling so stiff, she probably would have already bolted through the entryway. Instead, she took a few moments to stretch after getting out of the car, the complaints of her tiny body overpowering her impatience to explore what the academy had to offer. Which was probably for the best, as it provided the chauffeur with enough time to remind her that she needed to attend the orientation assembly before she would be free to do whatever she wanted.
With a sigh of mild disappointment that she wouldn’t be able to get started exploring right away, Tatsu thanked the man and made her way through the front gates and over to the arrangement of chairs where the other students were gathering. Though Tatsu would have liked to get a seat on the end of a row, the crowd had other ideas, unwittingly pushing the small girl into a seat behind a very tall girl with dark hair that was tied up in a rather messy bun. This meant, of course, that Tatsu wouldn’t be able to see anything as the assembly progressed. To be fair, however, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to pay close attention to the assembly anyway. She was far too excited for that.
The assembly began shortly after Tatsu was seated. All in all, it was fairly standard for a beginning of the year assembly. There was the typical welcome to the students, followed by a list of fairly typical rules that the administration felt the students should know right away. Well, typical apart from the restriction that they weren’t to go too far from the academy without a chaperone and the explanation of a ranking system. While Tatsu didn’t really care about some arbitrary method of ranking students, she couldn’t help but notice that several of the other students around her perked up upon hearing the details. Maybe that’s why it was implemented?
Fortunately, the assembly didn’t go on for too much longer. After the vice principal finished explaining the procedures at the Academy, the principal stepped up to the podium and gave his spiel, encouraging the students to do their best and enjoy their first day. With that, the assembly ended and the students began to disperse.
Unsure of where exactly to start her exploration, Tatsu decided to follow a decently sized group of students who seemed to know where they were going. The group seemed to consist of some interesting-looking individuals, including the tall girl that Tatsu had been sitting behind during the assembly. They seemed to be heading towards a very large building with a roof that looked bluish-green to Tatsu’s eyes, which meant that it was either green or blue. From the snippets of conversation among the group that she overheard, they were heading to the training facility, which meant that was probably what the humongous building was.
The prospect of being able to use her abilities without fear of damaging something or hurting someone was an exciting one to Tatsu. While she was still excited to explore the academy grounds, Tatsu felt that that probably wouldn’t take the whole afternoon. Besides, she was here to learn how to control her abilities better anyway, so it made sense to start at the training facility and spend some time getting used to the facilities here. Plus, she might even be able to meet some people, which would make exploring the grounds later more enjoyable. And so, Tatsu continued to follow the group as they walked towards the training facility, appreciating the architecture of the buildings and the beauty of the trees that she passed.
Before too long, however, the trees and buildings gave way to the outdoor facilities around the training center, which were… impressive to say the least. Tatsu could really only blink in astonishment at just how much they had available for the students’ use. From the numerous obstacle courses to the fields that were obviously set up for specific sports and/or practicing one’s abilities, it seemed that they had everything. Even though Tatsu couldn’t really participate in sports or other largely physical tasks due to her diminutive size, she found herself grinning as she walked behind the group. If they had all of this for the outdoor facilities, what did that say about the rest of the facilities on the school grounds? Hopefully they would prove to be at least as impressive, if not moreso.
A few moments later, Tatsu followed the group through the main doors of the training center, shivering slightly as she was blasted by the cool air. Seeing that the group she had been following had stopped to discuss something amongst themselves, Tatsu felt that she should take the opportunity to introduce herself and see if they would let her tag along. And so, she walked over to the group and spoke up. ”Excuse me,” she said, looking up at the other students. ”My name is Tatsuko Kanashiro. I got here a little later than most I think, so I wasn’t really able to meet any new people. Would you guys mind if I tagged along with you?” | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,325 | 174 | 35 | 2,334 | 204 | E I R H A Y A S H I
// Kosei Academy - Training Center - Morning of Day 1 \\
Once they took the short cut through the Great Hall, their group passed by the many outdoor training facilities, moving toward the entrance to the large stadium-like training center. The massive structure wasn't anything like Eir had expected. The archways and ornate architecture made it feel less like a school's physical activities facility and more like a theater. It evoked imagery that reminded Hayashi of the great Colosseum of ancient Rome. Her wonder was kept constrained behind a neutral expression, though it was impossible to keep her excitement out of her eyes. Her gaze dashed about, taking in the sights. She could only imagine the kind of things that they'd be getting up to at Kosei that required a stadium like this. 'This place is amazing.' Hayashi thought to herself. Even if coming to the Academy hadn't been her idea, she was starting to warm up to the place. The faculty and students were all very interesting; not all of them were exactly kind, but no one had treated her badly yet. It was...a great improvement over her home life, that much was certain. Eir moved along beside Iccho, entering into the building itself. A wave of cool air hit her face, throwing her hair up behind her.
Matsuo's quirk was interesting. He produced a spine from his finger tip, not unlike that of a porcupine. Getting hit by those would probably hurt. Eir might've been a little...forward, in asking the boy she barely knew about his abilities. She would've understood if he politely refused to share. But quirks had been an ordinary part of every day life since the glowing baby was born; especially in her home town, where quirk usage was greatly encouraged. For Hayashi, it felt like as normal a question as asking about someone's shirt. It was only fair that Iccho ask what her quirk was in return. "I don't mind." Eir said with a smile. Instead of explaining her ability, she chose to show him, as he had done. Hayashi held her fists up in front of her. Bone-like material crawled up from within her sleeves, swiftly covering her hands like gauntlets. Eir opened up her fists, causing the armor to drop off. As soon as it hit the ground it shattered, the small pieces flying off in the wind. She looked back to Iccho, smiling again. "It's not very impressive, I know." She admitted with a short laugh. Hayashi didn't like her quirk, if she was honest. Some days she wished she was born with another, more boring one- or maybe no quirk at all. The only reason Eir was forced to go to the Academy was because she had a quirk a hero could use.
While the group was standing around discussing their next move, someone else spoke up from behind them. Eir's attention was drawn toward the entrance. To her surprise, there was the tiniest person Hayashi had ever seen standing there. Eir looked visibly surprised by her appearance. While it was...extremely rude, Hayashi had never seen a bonafide dwarf before. She'd almost always been the smallest one in the room. Hayashi blinked away her confusion, realizing she was staring. "O-oh! Um, hello there." The little- erm, Tatsuko, explained that she was late to the orientation, and was hoping she could tag along with the group. Eir was far from their little impromptu gang's spokesperson, but she knew how awkward it was to put one's self out like that. Meeting new people was hard, and the possibly of rejection made approaching people all the harder. Eir took it upon herself to let the girl join them, even if one of the others was against it. "Sure thing! We were just looking for the boxing ring. We'd love to have you. My name's Eir Hayashi, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Kanashiro."
Eir looked around the huge open field. She didn't see anyone else there, aside from the new girl. It was possible there was a teacher somewhere nearby, but Hayashi couldn't see them from where she was standing. "If there's a map, I'd bet it would be on a wall near the front door." That's where Eir would put one. It'd be silly for a huge facility like this to not have a map set up for new people. Hayashi left Iccho, moving back toward where they had come in. She walked through the expansive threshold, stepping into the area between the many doors leading into the training facility and the path to the main arena itself. It could be described as a lobby of sorts. To one side was a long hallway, while to the other was a small window. Glancing inside, Hayashi saw some sort of office- it was empty, sadly, the attendant that usually ran the place was probably out at the front gate for the orientation ceremony and hadn't returned yet. Next to the closed off window was exactly what Eir sought: a map of the building. "I found it!" She called back to the others, sliding over in front of the thing. "Let's see..." She placed her finger on a red star marked 'you're here.' "This is where we are." Eir muttered to herself, looking over the schematics of the building. She traced her finger along the map, stopping on their destination. "Found it! The 'indoor' area, where it says the boxing ring is, should be-" Hayashi turned around, pointing down the hall on the other side of the 'lobby.' "-This way!" | Name: Hayashi, Eir
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Personality:Eir is a timid girl that doesn't like to stand out in a crowd. She enjoys the solace of silence rather than the company of others more often than not. Hayashi lacks confidence; she constantly questions her abilities, and whether or not she can measure up to the standards expected of her. Eir is far from the ideal hero. She's cowardly, uncertain and unable to stand up for herself. Her introverted nature usually leads Eir to having few friends. If it was for her to decide, Hayashi would never have signed up for the hero course at Kosei Academy. She'd much rather focus on her true passion: art. Eir had always had a natural talent for drawing. Since the teen has a tendency to bottle up her emotions and not share how she feels with others, Eir uses her art as a means of expressing herself. Whenever she isn't rigorously studying to become a better hero, Hayashi is probably working on her next sketch. Eir realizes she isn't living for herself, but doesn't have it in her to change anything about the direction her life is taking.
Background:Eir Hayashi was born in Kanuma, Tochigi to Teruo and Shoko Hayashi. Teruo, her father, was the physics teacher at a local high school. Her mother ran a general store in town. Teruo had always wanted to be a hero. It was his dream since he was just a boy. He had idolized the profession and those that took it upon themselves to become superheroes. Teruo had tried to become one himself.
But alas, his quirk was near useless for hero work; he could know the answer to any equation he wrote down using a number two pencil. A fine skill for a teacher, but one Teruo could never make use of in his desired profession. Devastated by his own personal failure, Teruo tried to live out his dream through his only child, Eir Hayashi. Her quirk manifested when she was three, when Eir fell thirty five feet straight down into a pit and survived the fall unscathed- albeit, the little girl had been covered in bone-like armor when the authorities retrieved her. Her father was overjoyed when she was returned to his arms. Not because she was alive, but because of the fantastic quirk his child had. The man quickly set her path in stone: she was to be a hero, and nothing less would satisfy her dad.
She felt the pressure of Teruo's expectations throughout her whole life. He pushed her to become what he wanted her to be, shunning anything the child might want for herself as folly. Eir quickly learned to never speak up in disagreement with her old man, because...consequences...always followed. Silent consent was the best way for young Hayashi to avoid the disapproving glare she had come to fear. This defense mechanism leaked into the rest of Eir's life, turning the vibrant child quiet as the grave. She retreated into her shell, finding her only joy in drawing. Even as a child, Eir liked to make pretty pictures. Her wild imagination could be put to the page. Through her pictures, Eir could dream of being something more than her parent's expectations. Eir could be a teacher, an astronaut or a farmer. Or a four headed dragon monster. Whatever she wanted to be, Hayashi could use a pencil or a crayon to make it real.
As time passed, Eir excelled in school. She had an excellent memory, and her parents pushed her to succeed in everything she did. The girl liked to read and study; it gave her an excuse to avoid Tersuo's exhausting 'hero training regime.' That's what he called what could otherwise be described as torture for a middle schooler. Her father tried to turn Miss Hayashi into the perfect example of a human being. He ran her until she collapsed. Pushed her grow her strength until Eir couldn't hold her own arms up anymore. It was cruel, inhumane and nobody did a damn thing to stop Tersuo. Her mother quietly disapproved of the practice. Shoko would sometimes fake that Eir was sick and allow her to stay home with her. She sneaked candy into Eir's perfectly regimented diet. The woman never once tried to stop things, though. Eir didn't know why; she assumed Shoko was just as afraid of Tersuo as Eir was. Eventually, the quiet girl was old enough to send to one of Japan's hero academies. Tersuo tried to enroll her into top schools like U.A High, but Miss Hayashi cleverly sabotaged her own exams. She figured she was far from up to snuff anyway, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Tersuo eventually caught on to her scheme. He punished her for her actions, and then shipped her off to Kosei Academy. Eir had to perform to avoid her father's wrath. She did excellently on the written exam and her performance in the physical exam was satisfactory.
Quirk: Bone CarapaceEir's quirk turns her into a human tank. On command, the girl can create bone-like armor. Forming it takes only a split second, and she can hold it there for upwards of an hour before she has to break the carapace and recharge. Hayashi's armor is quite heavy, especially for someone of her size; wearing it slows her down considerably. Eir can't move at all while wearing the full suit, leaving her vulnerable to any area of effect attacks unless she wants to anchor herself to one spot. Once Eir has shed a part of her shell, she can't reform it on that same spot for roughly ten seconds. Her carapace, while extremely durable, can still be cracked and destroyed. Eir isn't able to reform a broken shell for hours.
Hayashi's special move is Knuckle Duster Buster. She concentrates her carapace around her fists, forming two bone-like knuckle dusters. Eir's otherwise underwhelming punches become a dangerous threat to anyone that gets too close to her. It's her only true offensive move, but Hayashi can use it to great effect against any opponent that underestimates the power behind her tiny fists.
Talents and Skills:
Talented artist, particularly at sketching/drawing
Skilled at climbing
Excellent memory and keen observer |
6,326 | 174 | 36 | 165 | 3,805 | As Dante trailed behind the others she took in the amazing campus. The buildings and the scenery were all.... a lot to take in honestly. She kept her head on a swivel, constantly looking at the next amazing thing that caught her eye. When they finally reached the training stadium Dante let out a low whistle. This place was huge, she could barely contain her excitement and she felt the fire in her grow.
"aw, man, this is gonna be AWESOME!
As she said this she saw Eir drop some kind of stone thing that then shattered on the ground. .... what-... was that her quirk?
Dante shook her head, it didn't matter. Her opponent was Jefferson.
It was then that a new student joined them, And dear God was she short. It was actually kind of adorable, but Dante was somewhat afraid she would accidentally step on the girl. So Dante simply waved at her with a big smile revealing how excited she was. It was then that Eir told them that she knew where to go. Dante began to follow her, her excitement growing with each step.
"aw-man, this is going to be so much fun." | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,327 | 174 | 37 | 1,681 | 188 | From the moment Kosei Academy had come into view, Ryoma's odd purple eyes had been staring at it, taking in everything that the massive school had to offer. Thoughts were racing through his mind, he barely heard anything that was said during the opening ceremonies. What would people think about him when they heard his last name? Thank goodness he had his glasses. How was he supposed to become a hero with a Quirk like the one he had? Those any many more thoughts were going through his mind, but he tried to put his focus on the ceremony.
His lips curled into a frown when he heard about the ranking system. He definitely wasn't the type to go around challenging people for their rank, and it wasn't like he was going to outshine anybody in any other categories. Look like he'd stay a low rank for a while. But that was okay, he was lucky, and grateful, to be accepted into a hero academy at all. He just hoped he could make his sister proud.
Makoto Otonashi, a famous hero, legendary even, with a Quirk that made most people jealous. People of all ages looked up to her. Ryoma did to, but not because she was some amazing hero, but because she was an amazing big sister. Supportive in every way despite the fact that Ryoma's chances of becoming a hero were slim. When they had last spoken a few days ago, she was already talking about the two of them teaming up. Just the thought of that made Ryoma smile.
After the opening ceremony, they were given the chance to explore the campus and really do whatever they wanted. Ryoma instantly felt lost, he had absolutely no idea what to do or where to go. There were so many people going off any doing so many different things. He didn't want to just waltz up to someone and start a conversation, that really wasn't his thing. After a minute of thinking and looking lost, he decided on the perfect thing for him to do.
Ryoma found himself a nice, quiet, spot underneath a tree. He took a seat and pulled out a book from his messenger bag. The bag had been a joke gift from his sister. It was one of those messenger bags they made for a specific hero, this one being Makoto of course. She had even signed it. It was now Ryoma's favorite bag to carry around. The teen set the book on his legs and looked around, the sudden urge to try something rising up.
Curiously, Ryoma looked toward one of the smaller buildings. He reached up and removed his glasses from his face. His eyes were immediately assaulted by white. The familiar glow surrounded the people nearby, and the ones in the building he had chosen to look at. Ryoma let out a whistle. There were a lot of people here and just in that one area. "There are so many people here..." Once again, Ryoma was so glad that he had his glasses. Already his vision was starting to blur.
He put his glasses back on and blinked a few times as his vision readjusted. Now that he had gotten that out of the way, his turned his purple gaze to the book on his legs. Here he was at this massive school full of people with Quirks just like him, and the first thing he wants to do is read. His sister was right, the glasses suited him for more reason than one. | Name: Kanashiro, Tatsuko (Tatsu)
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Personality:Tatsu is a fairly cheerful, energetic individual who tries to look on the bright side and avoid taking anything too seriously. Her confidence in herself and her upbeat, easy-going attitude make it so that she usually finds it pretty easy to make friends and/or meet new people. Unfortunately, Tatsu tends to be a rather reserved individual, so it can be hard for her friends to get to know her well. She just doesn’t really like talking about herself at all, though she’s usually willing to listen to others.
Tatsu is also a very spontaneous individual, as she rarely plans ahead or thinks things through before making a decision. This means that it can be kind of hard for her friends to keep up with her, as it’s not uncommon for her to suddenly make a lot of progress on a project of hers or pick up a new hobby. Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, Tatsu tends to be a logically minded individual, and she often has a hard time understanding the emotions of others. This lack of empathy, of course, often leads to Tatsu coming across as insensitive, even though there’s rarely any actual malice in her actions.
Though Tatsu is usually content to just go with the flow, she can be incredibly stubborn if she feels that she’s being criticized or restricted in some way. As such, she is rather prone to breaking rules that she feels are pointless and ignoring advice, even if it comes from people who are close to her. Because of these habits, she tends to be labelled as a troublemaker by authority figures, though it’s not like she particularly wants to cause trouble.
Background:Tatsu was born to Iruto and Amaya Kanashiro in Kitakyushu, Japan. Shortly after she was born, it became apparent that she wasn’t growing as quickly as she should have been. After running a few tests, her family’s doctor concluded that she had a growth hormone deficiency and that she was allergic to the treatments. This meant that she would always be significantly smaller than her peers and that she would be lucky to end up being much taller than four feet.
Knowing just how cruel kids could be to those that were different, and fearing that their daughter might end up being bullied in school, Tatsu’s parents, though occasionally a little too overprotective for her tastes, tried their hardest to encourage their daughter to pursue her interests and talents. As such, when Tatsu’s quirk manifested itself around the age of four, her parents were incredibly supportive. They never tried to stop her from just casually using her ability, and instead aimed to teach her to avoid using it irresponsibly.
Likewise, when she showed an interest in learning how to work with wood and metal like her father, a carpenter by trade, he allowed her to help him out in his workshop while teaching her about the tools and techniques that he used in his craft. Once her father felt that she was capable enough, he allowed her to work on her own projects, under his supervision of course. It was this freedom to pursue what she found interesting that led to Tatsu’s love of trying new things, especially ones that involve working with her hands.
When Tatsu decided that she wanted to apply to Kosei Academy because she felt that it would be a good idea to learn how to better control her abilities and that participating in heroics sounded like fun, her parents were supportive as well. And so, with their encouragement, Tatsu eventually found herself on her way to attend Kosei Academy.
Quirk: Mind over Matter
Tatsu’s quirk enables her to move objects with her mind. In order to manipulate an object, Tatsu needs to be able to either see it or touch it. This condition really only applies when she begins manipulating an object, however, as she’s essentially touching the object psychically once it’s wrapped in telekinetic energy.
It’s estimated that the maximum amount of weight that she can lift at once is around 500 lbs, though she’s currently only able to lift around 100 lbs due to her inexperience. The size of the object(s) also limit how fast she can move them. The tiers are broken down roughly as follows:
If they’re close to the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll only be able to move them slowly.
If they’re about half the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll be able to move them at about a walking pace, or a slight jog if she pushes herself.
Objects that are about a fifth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with some speed, but it’s like throwing a beach ball for her.
Objects that are about a twentieth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with as much speed as a professional pitcher’s fastball.
Tatsu also finds it incredibly difficult to use telekinesis on people (so long as they’re alive anyway). This means that the most she could manage would be slowing down a punch or a kick, though it would require a large amount of energy. The only exception to this rule is her own body. As such, she’s able to lift herself in a makeshift sort of flight or use telekinesis to add force to a punch or kick. At the moment, however, she is incapable of making herself fly. The most she can do is slow down how fast she's falling, which results in a sort of gliding ability. It's important to note that she is currently able to use telekinesis to boost the speed and strength of her movements, however.
Though it kind of goes without saying, using her abilities fatigues Tatsu both mentally and physically. When lifting the maximum amount of weight that she can, she’s only able to last for around 5 to 10 minutes before she drops from exhaustion. On the other hand, she could lift really light objects and hold them for several hours before she really begins to feel the fatigue.
Talents and Skills:
Good with her hands (DIY projects, metal/wood working, electronics, etc.)
Rollerskating
Not sure where else to put this, but Tatsu is blue-green color blind (tritanopia). This means that she often mixes up the colors blue and green, as well as yellow and purple. |
6,328 | 174 | 38 | 1,821 | 1,685 | Hironaka, SeveraFirst Impressions
The opening ceremony was less pomp and pageantry than what Severa was expecting, especially considering the rather aristocratic architecture of this place. Just a few speeches by the leadership and everybody was released to do.. whatever they wanted. It was a horrible start to what seemed like a promising prospect. Kosei had a reputation for being more.. aggressive in their Hero training courses than the other academies, and if Severa was going to make up excessive aggression from the previous entrance exam, this was the place for it.
All throughout the introductory speeches, Severa's fiery red eyes lulled with boredom as she crossed her arms, zoning out as she thought up fantasy where she was praised as the number one hero. A bit ambitious but it was just where Severa was setting her mark as she knew she had a good quirk to do well. It was just a matter of proving it.
Severa's daydream ended shortly after the dismissal as everyone around her began moving around. It provided a good opportunity to try and identify some of the people here as anyone likely in her class will have been here by now. Though even her scan of her classmates was found to be lacking as Severa could have sworn a friend of hers would also be here. At least that brat said she would.
Aggravated but out of a stubborn resolve, Severa separated from the group of fresh students and headed for landmark to prop herself up against. In this instance, she found a clearing of landscaping and leaned up against one of the trees as she scanned the cluster of students, arms crossed as she stewed quietly in her quiet aggravation.
More to her annoyance, the new students took their time parting and heading off, most to the training facilities as that was probably the most significant part of this campus. As they did so, Severa's eyes followed an eager group making their way away, catching the distinct figure of someone sitting in proximity to her. Severa turned fully to see a scrawny four-eyes reading. He looked too young to be a part of the staff or even an upperclassmen. No, this was certainly a new student. "Tch!" Severa quietly scoffed turning her gaze back to thinning cluster of new students. ".. What? That confident in yourself that you're going to do well in the competitions or resigning yourself early?" Severa asked Four-Eyes, her mind only settling that people on her notion that people are here to compete and not necessarily anything else. Her tone wasn't mocking either, though her anger at other things was certainly present in her voice. As she was curious to why someone would be so lax at this time. She wouldn't admit it, but she certainly wasn't. | Name: Hironaka, Severa
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality:Severa appears laid back at first glance and generally aloof, upon first introductions. Though she does aim to appear impressive and even admired by her peers. She generally seems like she doesn't care about much but there is one piece to the contrary. As it happens, Severa has plenty of buttons to push and as a result, is probably one of the more easier people to piss off. Although sometimes she is regretful for her short fuse but not all the time. There is an underlining sense of heroism in her, as she generally believes people should be honest and honorable, but sometimes she misses her mark when she is in a fit of rage.
Background:
Severa is the product of an accidental pregnancy between an American and a Japanese. It may sound unflattering but that was the realty as her mother hooked up with an American man while she was visiting the United States. Even though Severa was unplanned, her mother decided to carry the pregnancy to full term as Severa's mother met another man, a rich, foreign tycoon, who promised a happy life for both. The young family spent a lot of time traveling around and enjoying the satisfying life that wealth had brought them. That wasn't to say they didn't have their troubles. Severa had always been aware of her supposed father's indifference to her even though her mother told her "not to worry about it". It wasn't until later in life that she found out.
Though the circumstances were odd, Severa was not told anything until she was twelve, after pressing her mother excessively. Even then, she only knows the bare bones of that story. Still, it was enough of an impression for Severa to develop her attitude of resentment and bitterness towards her parents. This rebellious attitude kindled under the certain negative influences of a friend until finally they caught up to her. Due to a bit of maliciousness, she never passed her entry exam at her local hero institution and instead had to seek enrollment at Kosei. Though if you ask Severa, it was her first choice to come here due to the more aggressive means of advancement and experience.
Quirk:
Phantom Menace
Transformation Quirk. Severa has the ability to secrete a transparent but visible ethereal vaporous gas form (pictured below) that she can transfer her consciousness to, leaving her physical body behind. Being a gas, Severa can fly and float with relative ease, and being ethereal means that things that happen on a physical plane can no longer touch this form. Essentially, Severa can phase through walls and be unaffected by physical attacks. However, Severa can, provided she concentrates, bring her vaporous gas to the physical plane, allowing her to interact physical with things. Furthermore, Severa can grab an object or person and bring them back with her to the ethereal plane, meaning that thing or person will no longer be impacted by the physical world. The person or object is immediately returned to physical state once contact with Severa is broken.
There are limitations and a significant weakness to Severa's Quirk. There is a limit to the size and weight of an object she can't make ethereal. A rough estimate puts that limit at the average sized human. There is also no threat of death if someone was released in another object, like a wall. Instead, one would find themselves trapped. Severa's weakness is that her physical body is left behind and since her consciousness goes along with her vaporous form, her physical body is left as if it were a soulless wandering husk. Damage to Severa's physical body will also harm her vaporous form, at least she'll perceive it so.
There is another additional note about the Phantom Menace Quirk. It is that Severa must mutate (usually her hand as pictured above) in order to secrete the vaporous gas. This mutated flesh appears burned with crystals coming out of her skin. Though interesting to look at, it appears that mutation is simply a cause to the effect of the gas and in itself, appears entirely mundane.
Talents and Skills:
Severa's family is rich and lives rather well with no apparent sign of her being cut off. It is also because of this money that Severa had several private trainers to condition her for the whole hero career, so she is naturally in good shape and health for her age. |
6,329 | 174 | 39 | 1,996 | 106 | KOSEI ACADEMY | FRONT GATE
As soon as the gates of the academy opened, majority of the students wasted no time and rushed in. It was no surprise though; it wasn't everyday that one gets the opportunity to freely explore such an institution. Standing beside the podium, Principal Arata silently watched as the students gleefully entered the school grounds. The awkward silence and empty streets of Kosei were no more; they were finally an academy.
"Excuse me, sir." From behind him, the Vice Principal approached him and called his attention. "I mean no disrespect, but are you sure that letting the students do whatever they please for, even if its just for today, is the right decision?"
Arata simply turned his gaze upwards and smiled. He always found it amusing when she questioned the choices that he made. It was certainly out of character, but it only meant that she was genuinely concerned.
"We're just a bit fanatical when it comes to our values. All we wish is to show the world that there are other ways. Because kids today just have their values chosen for them."
The Vice Principal fell silent as she heard Arata's words. For some reason, his voice had changed; it was heavy and felt oddly depressing. "My father was a detestable man, I'll admit that. But even with his cynical way of thinking, their was merit to some of his words."
INSTITUTE OF PHYSICAL EDUCATION
The group of six continued their exploration of the training facility in their hopes of finding a boxing ring they could spar in. From the main hallway, they came across a massive weight room, and another with various exercise equipment, before heading further inside the building. Little did they know, what they were seeing was just the metaphorical tip of the metaphorical iceberg. However, even with just these amenities, it they were certain that Kosei was true to their promise and definitely had a lot to offer to their students.
After a turn and a short stairway, they had managed to stumble upon the ever elusive ring they were searching for, kind of. It was a massive room, but instead of one that was used for boxing, it held nine pentagon-shaped rings; four on each corner and side, then a larger one in the middle. Just from appearance alone, it was obvious that these were far from ordinary. Appearing bulkier and with a more metallic feel to them, the rings were designed to hold and withstand any type of fight.
Slowly making their way inside to appreciate the fighting arenas up close, a deep, loud howl suddenly echoed throughout the room. Most, if not all, immediately turned around, facing the source of the sound.
"Wanahnahnahnah!" With two lit cigarettes hanging from his mouth, and another in hand, the massive wolf-like man laughed out loud as a few puffs of smoke escaped from his mouth.
"Finally, some students!" The wolf said as he made his way towards them. As he drew closer, the difference in size just became more apparent as he easily towered over each one of them.
"The name's Mako Nahino, and this is the academy's main trainin' center!" His face was stern and voice booming, but for some reason, he gave of a welcoming vibe. "Since y'all are here, I'm guessin' that you're hopin' for a fight." Mako grinned, showing off his sharp fangs. "So, anything I can help ya with?" | QUIRK LIST
EmitterTransformationMutantPoint to PointAssimilationLittle DragonBone CarapacePoison QuillMomentumPower UpPhantom MenaceHuff and PuffBlackoutCompact----Mind over Matter--------Outline--------Spiral--------Compress-------- |
6,330 | 174 | 40 | 1,681 | 188 | Ryoma was completely engrossed in his book, an epic tale set in a fantasy world. It was one of those books that he had read over and over again and never gotten tired of it. Every time he read it, he learned something new and it never failed to make him smile. He was so into the book that he didn't notice when someone leaned against a tree nearby. That is, until she started speaking to him and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He thought what she had said had been quite rude, but tried not to judge her with this first impression. For all he knew she could just be grumpy. He looked up to respond to her, and almost immediately looked back down again. Girls didn't really talk to him much, especially the pretty ones. Well, Makoto did, but she was family so that was a little different. "Neither, I guess." He responded finally, looking back up at her.
"I mean, I do have confidence in the skills I have, but I really don't expect to be winning competitions. It's the first day, they don't expect us to be heroes yet. That's why we're here, to learn how to be heroes, right? The training will really start tomorrow, so I'm enjoying the time I have before then." Ryoma finished with a shrug, hoping he didn't sound rude or too awkward. At least he was able to get full sentences out. That was pretty good. | Name: Kanashiro, Tatsuko (Tatsu)
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Personality:Tatsu is a fairly cheerful, energetic individual who tries to look on the bright side and avoid taking anything too seriously. Her confidence in herself and her upbeat, easy-going attitude make it so that she usually finds it pretty easy to make friends and/or meet new people. Unfortunately, Tatsu tends to be a rather reserved individual, so it can be hard for her friends to get to know her well. She just doesn’t really like talking about herself at all, though she’s usually willing to listen to others.
Tatsu is also a very spontaneous individual, as she rarely plans ahead or thinks things through before making a decision. This means that it can be kind of hard for her friends to keep up with her, as it’s not uncommon for her to suddenly make a lot of progress on a project of hers or pick up a new hobby. Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, Tatsu tends to be a logically minded individual, and she often has a hard time understanding the emotions of others. This lack of empathy, of course, often leads to Tatsu coming across as insensitive, even though there’s rarely any actual malice in her actions.
Though Tatsu is usually content to just go with the flow, she can be incredibly stubborn if she feels that she’s being criticized or restricted in some way. As such, she is rather prone to breaking rules that she feels are pointless and ignoring advice, even if it comes from people who are close to her. Because of these habits, she tends to be labelled as a troublemaker by authority figures, though it’s not like she particularly wants to cause trouble.
Background:Tatsu was born to Iruto and Amaya Kanashiro in Kitakyushu, Japan. Shortly after she was born, it became apparent that she wasn’t growing as quickly as she should have been. After running a few tests, her family’s doctor concluded that she had a growth hormone deficiency and that she was allergic to the treatments. This meant that she would always be significantly smaller than her peers and that she would be lucky to end up being much taller than four feet.
Knowing just how cruel kids could be to those that were different, and fearing that their daughter might end up being bullied in school, Tatsu’s parents, though occasionally a little too overprotective for her tastes, tried their hardest to encourage their daughter to pursue her interests and talents. As such, when Tatsu’s quirk manifested itself around the age of four, her parents were incredibly supportive. They never tried to stop her from just casually using her ability, and instead aimed to teach her to avoid using it irresponsibly.
Likewise, when she showed an interest in learning how to work with wood and metal like her father, a carpenter by trade, he allowed her to help him out in his workshop while teaching her about the tools and techniques that he used in his craft. Once her father felt that she was capable enough, he allowed her to work on her own projects, under his supervision of course. It was this freedom to pursue what she found interesting that led to Tatsu’s love of trying new things, especially ones that involve working with her hands.
When Tatsu decided that she wanted to apply to Kosei Academy because she felt that it would be a good idea to learn how to better control her abilities and that participating in heroics sounded like fun, her parents were supportive as well. And so, with their encouragement, Tatsu eventually found herself on her way to attend Kosei Academy.
Quirk: Mind over Matter
Tatsu’s quirk enables her to move objects with her mind. In order to manipulate an object, Tatsu needs to be able to either see it or touch it. This condition really only applies when she begins manipulating an object, however, as she’s essentially touching the object psychically once it’s wrapped in telekinetic energy.
It’s estimated that the maximum amount of weight that she can lift at once is around 500 lbs, though she’s currently only able to lift around 100 lbs due to her inexperience. The size of the object(s) also limit how fast she can move them. The tiers are broken down roughly as follows:
If they’re close to the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll only be able to move them slowly.
If they’re about half the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll be able to move them at about a walking pace, or a slight jog if she pushes herself.
Objects that are about a fifth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with some speed, but it’s like throwing a beach ball for her.
Objects that are about a twentieth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with as much speed as a professional pitcher’s fastball.
Tatsu also finds it incredibly difficult to use telekinesis on people (so long as they’re alive anyway). This means that the most she could manage would be slowing down a punch or a kick, though it would require a large amount of energy. The only exception to this rule is her own body. As such, she’s able to lift herself in a makeshift sort of flight or use telekinesis to add force to a punch or kick. At the moment, however, she is incapable of making herself fly. The most she can do is slow down how fast she's falling, which results in a sort of gliding ability. It's important to note that she is currently able to use telekinesis to boost the speed and strength of her movements, however.
Though it kind of goes without saying, using her abilities fatigues Tatsu both mentally and physically. When lifting the maximum amount of weight that she can, she’s only able to last for around 5 to 10 minutes before she drops from exhaustion. On the other hand, she could lift really light objects and hold them for several hours before she really begins to feel the fatigue.
Talents and Skills:
Good with her hands (DIY projects, metal/wood working, electronics, etc.)
Rollerskating
Not sure where else to put this, but Tatsu is blue-green color blind (tritanopia). This means that she often mixes up the colors blue and green, as well as yellow and purple. |
6,331 | 174 | 41 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante let out a devilish smile. She liked this guy, Mako. She couldn't wait to fight, but she honestly did have some questions. Dante eyed the rings, they looked solid, hard, and perfect for her quirk, but she needed to be sure of something. Dante raised her hand and began to speak to the large wolfman. Obviously ready to start fighting. "what are these rings made of? I dont have to be afraid of breakin' em do I?... erm Mr.Nahino" she added on the last bit, remembering her manners.
As Dante waited for the response she looked in wonder at these arena's. Man, this was so much nicer than where she was used to fighting. Dante began to hop slightly, letting her arms fall to her sides, she was getting antsy, but oh boy, She was so PUMPED! | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,332 | 174 | 42 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Institute of Physical Education
Interacting with: Dante , Temperance , Eir , Iccho , Wolfman Lungcancer , Kanashiro
The American quickened his steps to the doorway, barely registering a comment from the blond student beside him. “Hell yeah, Tempo,” he muttered in English, too excited to register the green eyed student’s lack of interest. Opening up the main doors, he followed after the student his age and the pink-haired one, goosebumps crawling across his skin as the air conditioning kicked in. The day outside wasn’t a hot one, but the sun did good work to warm someone up. Inside it was brisk, the smell of bleached mats and floor polish reaching him from the doorway.Along with a small chunk of stone, which rolled to his feet? That was odd.
”Excuse me,” she said, looking up at the other students. ”My name is Tatsuko Kanashiro. I got here a little later than most I think, so I wasn’t really able to meet any new people. Would you guys mind if I tagged along with you?”
She was small. Which was interesting. Part of him wondered if that was healthy, or just part of her Quirk. Regardless, she looked friendly enough to him. ...another part of him couldn’t help but realize that she was absolutely adorable, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate that input from him. “Excellent, we’re just about to go have a sparring match! You’re welcome to come if you want.” He switched back to Japanese, fumbling a few syllables as he went. He gave her a toothy grin before moving on, seeing Eir standing at the map marked in...relatively simple language. Enough that he could see where she was pointing towards the something something “ring.” Good enough.
Dante was already moving in that direction, so he followed after. The path was a little complicated due to the sheer size of the building. The structure was odd and extended downwards into the earth, leading to a labyrinthine effect the deeper in he went. Still, chasing after the pink head of hair and the tall girl, they eventually ended up in a relatively large room filled with matching fighting pits. Not… exactly what he was used to, but he could deal with it. Still, with the howl from the large man echoing in his ears, he turned to face what he hoped would be an instructor he would spend most of his spare training time with, if location was to judge. He smiled broadly as he looked up, another trend it seemed, at the… man. He thought.
His words were simple, the expression on his face speaking volumes. “She and I would like to have a match.” | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,333 | 174 | 43 | 2,735 | 21 | The group was able to find an elevator that led the group to the boxing rings, and then when they got there a giant wolf-man was there willing to help. Turned out that the wolf with a major nicotine addiction was a teacher and he was here in case the students needed anything. This was obviously taken advantage of by Dante and Jefferson as they both looking forward to their match. It might be awhile before the match even started, so it might make sense to explore the training facility a little bit more to stave off the boredom that will come with waiting.
He turned back towards Eir and Tempest and was surprised to see another girl with them. He might have been a little too distracted to see her even show up. Now he had to look like a jerk and ask for here name again. Definitely not the greatest way to make a good first impression. He turned toward the new girl, "Hey, I'm Iccho Matsuo. I'm sorry I missed your name before, what is it?" He played off that last question with a slight laugh to try and make the conversation less awkward, but Iccho felt that it failed miserably. He just wanted anything to distract from this situation.
"Do the rest of you guys want to take a look around while we wait for the others to get there match started? It might be a better way to pass time than just standing around looking like lost puppies." He was hopeful that his suggestion would be taken seriously since there was no we he would just stand around and do nothing on his first day one campus. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,334 | 174 | 44 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John//Dante Virmire
Location: Fighting Ring
Interacting with: Wolfgang Amadeus Smokezart
Hearing the young woman's query, Mako smiled a toothy grin. "That's a good question!" he bellowed, laughing deeply. For a long, long time. It was a solid two minutes before he finished laughing, heaving and sighing and trying to catch his breath. A very, very awkward two minutes, as the laughter became more nervous towards the end. All eyes were on the instructor as his vision darted around the crowded entrance to the fighting hall. "Heh... Heh... Heh." He swallowed, arching his muzzle upwards ever so slightly as a bead of sweat fell from a whisker. "I, uh, honestly got no clue, missie." His ears perked tall as he stood up straight again, "But we've used these things dozens of times and we've only managed to total two of 'em, so I'm sure they'll probably hold!"
Ignoring any protest, Mako turned towards the American, lighting another cigarette as he extinguished the one in his hand. "And you!..I appreciate the enthusiasm!" He slammed his massive, padded hand against the back of the fifteen year-old's back, making him take a step forward as he was dwarfed by the massive wolf. "So don't let me stop ya! Let's get to a ring and get things started!"
As the large wolfman laughed at her question Dante stopped looking around and gave the huge beast her attention.... But he didn't stop... he slowly died off from the laughter, telling her he didn't know what they were made of. Dante sighed, but after a few moments began to laugh. It was just funny that this guy didn't know. As he led her and Jefferson to the ring Dante could feel her heart quicken it's pace, she felt her body tense. When they were finally in the ring and it was time to fight, Dante turned to Jefferson and held her left fist out to him.
"May the best fighter win."
Jefferson wrapped his hands before hopping into the strange, metal ring, no gloves to be found. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air, and out the corner of his eye he could see the wolfman light up another as he tossed a butt to the side. Jefferson was almost positive he shouldn't be doing that, but he wasn't the phys. ed. instructor, so who was he to judge? He saw Dante hop into the ring and noticed something odd. No handwraps, no gloves, nothing. He raised an eyebrow at that; she could break a hand if she wasn't careful. Still, it probably had something to do with her Quirk, and she thought they had a relatively fair fight without his.
That meant a few things.
First off, it wasn't something that could instantly incapacitate him. She wouldn't agree to fight with it if it was, by her character. No electricity, no poisons, no mind control. That was a good start.
Second, she wasn't using handwraps. Something defensive, maybe? It wasn't a mutation, at least not a visible one. Her skeleton could be made of plastic explosives, for all he knew. She had callouses ON her knuckles, but no cuts or bruises. She had fought before, so she knew what she was doing... definitely something defensive. At that point, the real question is whether or not Jefferson would be able to penetrate it for his own blows. He had to get in quick and floor her as hard and fast as he could, if he wanted to have a chance.
That is, unless she planned on forcing him to use his own, then she could have anything from laser vision to lightning hands. This, this right here was why he hated fighting with Quirks. He wasn't too keen on professional circuits, but he knew the heavy hitter here in Japan, Yamashiro Iwao, had Concussive Fists. He could be dealing with something similar. But he doubted it.
Grey smoke billowed from the side of the ring, the wolfman's eyes glimmering with some mixture of excitement and curiosity as he rested against the edge of the ring out, tail lazily drifting back and forth. No judges, no scoring, so it was a sparring match. He could do that.
Jefferson took a deep breath, filling his lungs as he closed his eyes, hearing the echo form a perfect, three-dimensional image of the ring, the students outside, the wolfman... and Dante. He opened them again, shattering the vision in his mind's eye. No Quirks. He looked up at her, smiling that his handwraps and closed shoes would stop him from using his own. She said something in Japanese, but he didn't need to pay attention. They both knew what was happening. He didn't bother to translate his words as he stepped forward, firmly focused on the task at hand. "Let's go." He bumped her fist and popped in his mouthguard, taking a low, forward stance. His weight on the balls of his feet, his fists clenched, he waited for the wolfman to call it.
Dante stepped back and got into a defensive stance, setting her right foot forward. She kept her hands partly open, like she was holding two invisible soda bottles. She put her arms in front of her face and chest, bouncing with her weight focused on the balls of her feet. what hair she had that wasn't tied behind her head was bobbing around with her. She felt the seconds drag on. For a moment it was if time had stopped... Then the wolfman let out a howling "Let's go!" His voice boomed, echoing throughout the room.
At the sound Dante sprang into action immediately, rushing forward and throwing a hard right jab directly at Jefferson's chin. She was hoping to test his defense before anything else.
Jefferson had boxed for half of his life, with several different coaches as he grew older. They would disagree on minutiae, tell him to do things differently than the last coach, but a few things were constant. The first thing they agreed on was that the kid was fast, especially for a heavy. He stepped inside her guard as she launched a long jab at him, using the opportunity to get up close and personal. Jefferson’s arms were already up to catch her blow, feeling the impact sting as she made contact. Not as bad as it could’ve been. She punched like a strong amateur, and now she was overextended. Already forward, the foreigner let loose a quick flurry of short body-blows towards her ribs, mashing his forehead into her temple and pushing her back. She protected her head too much, and he wanted to get her in the corner before she had a chance to use her Quirk.
The several blows to her body hit like bricks. This kid was fast. When he attacked her body it left him open on his side, so she planted her feet, but as she did he got her in the temple and she was pushed back. She barely managed to keep from moving back, and shot a left hook at his body, following it with a right, her blows were slower than his but she put her strength behind both of them, trying to get him to back off. She could already feel her body tightening up and bruising over, and It was clear from his one counter attack that Jefferson definitely outclassed her when it came to skill. She either had to finish this fast, or use her quirk. If she didn't it was certain she was definitely going to lose.
Her feet planted, the Japanese girl tried to bat him off with a pair of hooks, Jefferson blocking the left hook but taking the blow to his left side. Her knuckles dug into his lat as he pressed forward, continuing his onslaught. She was strong, but slow, and nowhere near the fighter his oldest sister was. She had good senses, though, and she hit hard. His side was red from the impact, he could tell that much, and would most likely be quite pretty the following day if she kept it up. Still, he ignored the pain as he pressed forward, only expressing himself through a hard grunt through his mouthpiece as he followed her into the corner, keeping his head in her temple and shoving hard. He feinted towards the same patch in her side, subbing in a clenched fist upwards at her chin. Simultaneously, he readied his left hand for another body blow to her right, keeping his arm in tight to protect his side. He wasn't the best boxer his sisters had trained, but he knew to keep his shots short and his jabs long, protecting himself as he went. She still hadn’t used her Quirk, as far as the American could tell, and if he had anything to say about it she wouldn’t get the chance. He kept pushing towards the corner. If he could get her against the hard metal edges of the ring, it was only a matter of time before he floored her.
Dante have any other choice but to back up, or she would take a hard shot to the chin. She had has come in too close, not expecting Jefferson to have such speed, and now she was stuck. She had to back out now.
Dante side stepped backwards, barely avoiding the blow and slowly moving into the corner, if she got in there, unless she used uses her quirk, she was dead meat. As she side stepped she bent low, kept her left arm up for protection, and sent another hard jab directly at his abdomen. When she let the blow fly her whole upper body twisted and sent the force of her body with the blow. It wasn't a game ender, but it might, hopefully get him off her back.
He saw the punch coming a mile away. She reared back and threw a haymaker, leaving him with plenty of time to shift his guard. For a second, he thought she was going to shove him backwards with the force of the blow, but the familiar sting of the block kept him in the moment… where she had just taken a full step forward to throw that reckless shot, and his left hand was still prepped and ready for a hard punishing jab to her right. He aimed for the exact same place his earliest combo had targeted, careful to avoid a kidney punch. It was possible she would come away from this with a cracked rib, but he doubted it. She seemed tough, which was a good thing considered how unrefined her defense was. Just not tough enough to win, if he had anything to say about it. Another two steps to the corner and one hard flurry, then the match was as good as his. He would smile, if it weren’t for the animal snarl already keeping his face occupied.
Dante felt the body blow hit home once again and grunted as pain shot up and down her right side. She stepped back, once again trying to avoid any more quick strikes. She was just about to attack again when she felt the edge of the ring touch her back. He had managed to push her all the way from the center of the ring to the edge. Well, I guess I'm going to have to use my quirk.
As she was standing in the corner Dante let her defense drop and had a large menacing grin on her face, not the kind of look you'd expect from someone in a corner. Her eyes raised to his and she saw the ferocious look on his face, and he could see the devilish, excited look on hers.
"Game Over."
Dante reached behind her and let the back of her hand touch the cool metal of the ring, and then as she was touching it She she felt a tightening, stiffening sensation quickly shoot up her arm and wrap around her chest, neck, face, and within moments her entire body. To everyone it would look like liquid metal had just covered her skin but in actuality, her body had just become the same kind of metal as in the ring.
The ring groaned slightly as her weight shot up from being the weight of a large girl the the weight of a six foot block of steel, putting her at over two thousand pounds. Dante's grin turned into a dangerous smile as she met Jefferson's gaze with her now metallic eyes.
"My Turn."
And with that Dante planted her left foot, the ring visibly shaking as she slung a low uppercut into the American’s stomach, throwing her weight behind the blow.
The second Dante had touched the edge of the ring, the hair on the back of Jefferson’s neck stood up. He knew something was coming, but didn’t know what. Settling back into his guard, he watched as the metal curled around her body, frantically trying to figure out some angle of attack when she rushed forward. He had expected her to slow down when the ring creaked with her newfound weight, but she was as fast as ever. He had relaxed his defense for a single, critical moment, and she seized the opportunity. He growled as her fist ground into his arms, barely brought up in time. Playing baseball as a child, he had been hit by a bat before. This wasn’t all that different, except this time the bat was solid and flying towards his kidneys. His arms barely caught the blow before it slipped past his guard and slammed into his solar plexus. Stars burst in front of his eyes as he crumpled like a car wrapped around a tree, staggering backwards and raising his fists to guard against any follow ups as he desperately tried to catch his breath. Normally she hit hard, now she hit stupidly hard.
Most of the time, when someone watches boxing for the first time, they think that shots to the head are the best route. Unfortunately, Jefferson’s body was full of useful organs that didn’t like to be bludgeoned by a hundred pounds of steel, which was why he coughed blood onto the back of his handwraps as he strove to keep his eyes on the smirking girl. He didn’t have to look at his arms to know that they were bleeding too, and he did NOT want to take another punch like that. If he got in close, made sure she didn’t have room for another and went for a low punch to the jaw… it would break his hand.
He settled back into a defensive stance, keeping up his footwork as he bobbed and weaved, slipping away from jabs and evading away from her corner. This was bad. If he didn’t think of an avenue for an offensive, the fight was as good as over.
The wolfman was rapidly swapping out his cigarettes as he watched the fight, his lighter sparking to life every few blows that were exchanged. The odor of ash was overpowering, punching through the taste of blood and the roaring in Jefferson’s ears, bombarding the brawler with all too much sensory information. In some corner of his mind, the American wondered if the wolfman’s hackles were raised as he addressed the silver girl fighting out of the corner. “Alright kid, solid hit! Blue, she showed you hers, man up or get out! If you don’t take this seriously, she sure as hell will!!!”
Distantly, he knew that the teacher was just trying to get him to make a decision. As far as the wolf was concerned, he could use his Quirk or quit. This difference wasn't something that could be made up for with a pair of handwarps... but he only heard one thing from the rough, masculine voice. Something he heard all too often from a separate set of tones, lighter, more feminine, and stronger than anyone else.
Man up.
For a split second, the rational part of the boxer’s mind told him to stop. He wasn’t going to win this fight, not now, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hurt himself for a sparring match. He ignored it. Jefferson snarled as he leapt forward, coiling his left hand at the shoulder as he guarded with his right, throwing a haymaker into the bottom of her jaw that would’ve floored anyone his weight, anyone normal, anyone not made of steel.
But that wasn’t who he was fighting.
Jefferson felt something crack in his fist, and wondered, in the back of his mind, how much force it actually took to break a bone. Then the world turned grey at the borders, pain consuming his thoughts. He said nothing, just stood there panting, his good hand wrapped around the bad wrist. Blood pattered from his broken knuckles onto the floor.
The rough voice barked again from the edge of the ring, the huge man hopping the ropes, heading towards the two fighters. “Blue!” he pointed at Jefferson, the student's eyes focused on his bleeding hand. “Outta the ring!” His fingers guiding him off the pentagon.
Smokes billowed from his mouth as he turned towards Dante. “Nice work, missie!”. With his hand resting on top of her head, Mako strangely began to give her a pat while tousling around her hair. “But next time, learn to hold back; its just a spar!”
Although letting out boisterous laughter as he spoke, Mako wanted to explain to Dante the importance of control. Unlike the rest, heroes had the burden of always having to keep their quirks in check and know when it was necessary to go all out.
TL;DR: Jefferson outboxed Dante, who hits like a truck, pushing her into the corner. She got in a few blows, but the tide turned when she used her quirk. Jefferson broke his hand against her jaw like a dumb because he was overly inspired by Wolfkin Kamina. | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,335 | 174 | 45 | 2,072 | 1,329 | Isinui Samada
HELLO KOSEI ACADEMY!!
Those words rung out from the gate from the lone fifteen year old boy that had just exclaimed with pure exhilaration and a big smile plastered on his face. His arms were thrown up when shouting out his excitement to let any and all to know just how happy he was to be part of this school.
Samada couldn't help but be bubbly with glee; so much that his body was practically shaking, though it always did that thanks to the near endless source of energy his body created.'Whoo!! can you believe it Tetsuo?! we're finally here!'Unable to stop himself from shouting as he turned his body part-way, needing to do so what with the large backpack overstuffed with countless lunchboxes and some school supplies getting in the way of looking at his more quiet and shy cousin.'Hurry hurry! We're missing all the cool fighting and action.'He made quick punching motions in the air.
At that moment, would the spiky haired individual notice the crushed granola bar in his left hand.'Gah I crushed my snack too.'His upper body hung like one depressed, but was over in an instant for he sprung back up and started running in place with another wide, goofy grin.'Oh well, mom packed plenty..I hope she got the mixed cause I like them best, but peanut butter is good too? not surehowIfeelaboutraisinbutitsoktooIg-'Rambling on like he usually did; completely brimming with energy, moreso than usual now that they were finally at the academy famed for shooting out well known and famous superheroes.
Samada eventually drawled off as he looked around, taking in the sights of the buildings and students off in the distant going to or from class, a twinkle in his eye like that of a boy in a candy store, though he wasn't allowed candy which he hated.
Fidgeting and anxious, the oddly dressed boy, who upon close inspection sported bandages all around his body, especially his fingers, started running around Tetsuo; running backward and forward.'Lets go go go! We get to meet famous heroes and make lots of new friends.'He skidded to a stop in front of his cousin after saying the word friend.'Aren't you excited too? this is a whole new beginning for us!'Giving him a bit too hard pat on the back then turned while firmly gripping the strips of his backpack and sprung forth, running around the front schoolyard to take in the sights while making sure not to wander off to far to let his cousin catch up, nearly laughing like a madman as he did so. | Isinui, Samada
Height: 5'7
Weight: 110 pounds
Character InformationName
Samada, Isinui
Gender
Male
Age
15
Personality
Hyper | Fidgety | Clumsy
These three words are what mainly sum up Samada after his quirk was jump-started by puberty. Often overflowing with energy that makes him fidget and seem anxious constantly that can seem tiring to those who look at him too long. It has also given him a positive outlook on life as he can't help but see the good in things, but it also makes him act before thinking most of the time causing him to be somewhat clumsy. Most events he finds funny, even things normally isn't; an inability to handle his emotions or thinking properly at times. This can also make him turn into a chatterbox that will talk non-stop, often ending with annoying others away or biting his tongue.
Background
Born into a pretty normal and typical family with neither parents turning out to be heroes. A father, who had a engine quirk allowing him to build up and manipulate the energy in his body to be built up and stored for later use, which came in handy against fatigue or simply when tired and a mother with a weak force quirk allowed her to apply weak pushes on what she touched. These two quirks would come to define Samada's own individual quirk as the doctor would tell him upon hitting puberty.
Samada would grow up with a father who worked as lumberjack that was known as man with unlimited energy while the exhaust vents mutation growing from his shoulders helped to prevent burnouts. Whereas the father relied on his quirk, his mother, on the other hand chose not to pursue hers and instead ran a small cooking show and often let Samada be her little helper with cooking.
Growing up, he was a relatively normal and behaving kid that like most, also came to enjoy superheroes and would join other kids to read comics. It was the set of vents on his back; a mutation coming from his father being the one thing that really stood out about him, though they had no use or purpose at the time and so mostly kept them hidden beneath a shirt.
Since the age of five, Samada always loved superheroes; one in particular who inspired him especially. A sport themed hero had gotten his attention at the age of seven and ever since wanted to be like him and gotten into the habit of trying out a myriad of sports, though most tended to end with him in bruises and scrapes. He wasn't one for getting angry easily, but the constant failing to find a sport that fit him left him frustrated and this went on for nearly a year until Samada had enough. It would all change upon nearing the age of eight, when one day stumbling upon a softball and his frustration reaching its peak and this fit of rage would lead him to learn of his talent at pitching after seeing the ball vanish in the distant.
That day was a turning point for the boy who had been stuck in a rut the past year and ever since he would practice his pitching. Spending long hours of the day checking to see how far and fast he could throw, while through testings came to learn he was ambidextrous, leaving him capable of pitching with both hands. Yet, he still favored the right hand and his father, who saw this and used some of his breaks to toss the ball with him.
These alone time with his father, who was otherwise busy most of the time were some of his favorite memories and at this time received valuable advice. Being told that, though his pitching was stronger with the right hand and instead to only use his left hand around others and this confused him at first. When asking why, his father told him that if he planned to be a hero or go into sports that keeping a hidden trump card could come save him from a dangerous situation one day. And so, Samada came to solely use his left hand when in public while making sure to keep practicing with his right in secret, giving him something only he and his father knew.
Not long after, he joined the kid's league baseball team, taking the position of pitcher as expected. He always played his best to make his parents proud, while keeping the hopes of being able to use the skills gained from this in the future as a possible hero. Yet, those dreams weakened as he watched kids around his age gaining quirks as he showed no sign of one still, only having the useless vents on his back.
Two years passed since then and nothing much had changed and now at the age of ten with no hint of a quirk popping up as noting changed. That is, until his cousin, Tetsuo suddenly appeared at their footsteps along with some officials one day to hear something terrible had happened. What exactly happened, he never found out and seeing the state his cousin was in, thought it best not to ask; simply learning Tetsuo would be living with them from then on.
He did not mind at all and found it could actually be fun to have Tetsuo living with them along with being good to be with family after the incident. Even if Samada didn't know his cousin all that well since the two didn't get to really hang out much, but it didn't matter and made him a promise to be there and support him long as needed, instantly treating him as part of the family.
Living with Tetsuo had been strained and awkward at first, though not once did Samada give up on trying to cheer him up, coming to see him as a younger brother, though his being somewhat cold and distant made things somewhat difficult.
After two years of living with them; Samada's overly optimistic ways started getting to Tetsuo or at least he hoped as he made sure to have his cousin join him in any game or activity. He refused to hang out or associate with someone that tried to exclude or treat him badly as he became protective of him.
Just when things between the two were improving and everything with the family going well, then puberty would hit the now twelve year old. A normal process that all boys and girls went through, but for Samada it would turn out to be a very life changing experience. After years of dreading he might not get a quirk and that very night that puberty struck; jump starting his quirk which would throw his body out of whack.
On that night; nothing would be the same as his body would constantly create energy causing a disruption in his metabolism and the first spew of smoke from the vents which had been inactive for all his life and awakened him.
Life became very exhausting and hectic for the next six months with him needing to figure out an eating schedule due to his metabolism being sped up. This left him needing to eat two and sometimes three times the quantity of food humans normally ate, though it didn't bother Samada too much, though with it meant being unable to partake of anything with caffeine or high sugar content. He hated having to give up most candies and with a mom, who worked as a chef giving him books and pamphlets on healthy food.
Along with the multiple repeated doctor visits to figure out just what was going on with his body and whether if it was started by a quirk, what exactly it was. It took several blood and tests to find that his quirk had made his body into a living generator while it took an accident to learn of what exactly its purpose was.
An incident involving him flicking peas with a spoon out of boredom as a sudden spew from the vents caused him to jump in surprise. The sudden shock having him send the spoon flying straight through the glass window of the hospital door of his bedroom and embed into the wall across from his bedroom. From there, it was revealed he was able to transfer energy his body created through his hands to give objects instant momentum without needing to build up or actually apply force.
From that moment on, he would be put through special training regiments to work out how his quirk worked and to try and properly control it, but all that energy made it very difficult for Samada to fully concentrate and gather his mind, which greatly impacted any progress. None of it discouraged him, however, instead sparking his hopes of being a hero and this dream turned into his motivation.
The next three years would be painful and exhausting with all the training sessions and forced diet restriction. Samada endured it all of it; thanks to his parents for being the pillars that kept him on his feet and his friends, especially Tetsuo giving him support, keeping him from giving up.
And finally the determination to fight for what he aimed for; to become a hero and though that goal was still a ways off, the first step being the acceptance into Kosei Academy.
When asked why he wished to joined the academy he would give two reasons:
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To inspire the youth whether weak or strong to never back down for through the worst of it, you'll have family and friends to act as your strength.
That is the kind of hero Samada Isinui aims to be.
Quirk: Momentum
A quirk that has caused Samada's body to continually create an abundance of energy that he is able to channel and concentrate into both his hands and fingers. That energy then can be transferred into items or objects that he touches which can then be fired off like projectiles instantaneously up to 100 mph. At this current time he can freely fire objects between 0-100 mph without needing to concentrate or exert that much effort.
When he focuses and concentrates while pooling some of the energy, he can boost the momentum to throw upwards to 150 mph, though with some slight strain in his hand muscles afterwards.
Currently his strongest use of momentum is the overburst shot that allows him to greatly propel an object up to 500 mph. Unlike the previous use of this momentum, overburst requires a build up charge taking thirty seconds that comes with a backlash that causes overheating in the arm using it and limits the use of the arm for a certain period of time and so he is only capable of firing one overburst with each each arm. Due to this drawback, this skill is best meant for emergency use.
With him being ambidextrous; allowing him to use both hands for his quirk, though favoring his right hand leaves his left hand slightly weaker. Whereas his right hand being able to throw at the max speed, his left is only able to fire at 135 mph and with overburst up to 450 mph, which he has come to find being a good way to get others to let their guard down.
The mutation of vents gained by his father helps regulate and compensate the energy usage by expelling smoke which can release enough volume to cover one person. Using this greatly lessens the backlash that would otherwise cause intense overheating and burn damage on his arms, though at this current time, Samada is unable to properly control when venting causing him to release at random times which can happen multiple times throughout a day to protect and cool his body.
Talents and Skills
1. Ambidextrous
2. Skilled at pitching even without his quirk
3. Agile on his feet that is somewhat hindered by his clumsiness
4. Heavy eater |
6,336 | 174 | 46 | 1,821 | 1,685 | Hironaka, SeveraFirst Impressions
Truthfully, it didn't matter how Four-Eyes answered her question, Severa wasn't going to be completely satisfied with the answer in any way. In fact, Severa had found a way to take offense to the way Four-Eyes had worded his response. Completely unnecessary offense, but offense nonetheless. Severa clenched her teeth and scowled. In the back of her head, she knew it was excessive but with her thoughts mainly dwelling on her friend being a no show. However, she couldn't help but lash out at the closest being. "That's a dumb reason, but if you want to quit early and say you aren't going to win competitions, I don't care."
Severa paused for a moment, eyeing a group of students that had suddenly burst out in laughter. "Besides, everyone is taking the time to get all chummy with one another so they can team up later. You could be doing that too instead of reading..." Severa added sternly but started to drift off towards the end of her statement. She never was the best at making friends, even before she got her temper. She was always so shy to meet new people that it felt crippling. Now, she tried to tell herself she didn't care and for the most part it worked in fooling her into thinking that.
A few awkward moments of silence descended upon the pair, Severa pretending not to notice as she glared venomously at passerbys before finally caving and chiming in again. This time, she did better in sounding halfway decent. "So... You're confident in your skills but think you'll lose, huh. Why do you say that?" Severa inquired, as she honestly didn't believe in quitter talk like that. | Name: Hironaka, Severa
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality:Severa appears laid back at first glance and generally aloof, upon first introductions. Though she does aim to appear impressive and even admired by her peers. She generally seems like she doesn't care about much but there is one piece to the contrary. As it happens, Severa has plenty of buttons to push and as a result, is probably one of the more easier people to piss off. Although sometimes she is regretful for her short fuse but not all the time. There is an underlining sense of heroism in her, as she generally believes people should be honest and honorable, but sometimes she misses her mark when she is in a fit of rage.
Background:
Severa is the product of an accidental pregnancy between an American and a Japanese. It may sound unflattering but that was the realty as her mother hooked up with an American man while she was visiting the United States. Even though Severa was unplanned, her mother decided to carry the pregnancy to full term as Severa's mother met another man, a rich, foreign tycoon, who promised a happy life for both. The young family spent a lot of time traveling around and enjoying the satisfying life that wealth had brought them. That wasn't to say they didn't have their troubles. Severa had always been aware of her supposed father's indifference to her even though her mother told her "not to worry about it". It wasn't until later in life that she found out.
Though the circumstances were odd, Severa was not told anything until she was twelve, after pressing her mother excessively. Even then, she only knows the bare bones of that story. Still, it was enough of an impression for Severa to develop her attitude of resentment and bitterness towards her parents. This rebellious attitude kindled under the certain negative influences of a friend until finally they caught up to her. Due to a bit of maliciousness, she never passed her entry exam at her local hero institution and instead had to seek enrollment at Kosei. Though if you ask Severa, it was her first choice to come here due to the more aggressive means of advancement and experience.
Quirk:
Phantom Menace
Transformation Quirk. Severa has the ability to secrete a transparent but visible ethereal vaporous gas form (pictured below) that she can transfer her consciousness to, leaving her physical body behind. Being a gas, Severa can fly and float with relative ease, and being ethereal means that things that happen on a physical plane can no longer touch this form. Essentially, Severa can phase through walls and be unaffected by physical attacks. However, Severa can, provided she concentrates, bring her vaporous gas to the physical plane, allowing her to interact physical with things. Furthermore, Severa can grab an object or person and bring them back with her to the ethereal plane, meaning that thing or person will no longer be impacted by the physical world. The person or object is immediately returned to physical state once contact with Severa is broken.
There are limitations and a significant weakness to Severa's Quirk. There is a limit to the size and weight of an object she can't make ethereal. A rough estimate puts that limit at the average sized human. There is also no threat of death if someone was released in another object, like a wall. Instead, one would find themselves trapped. Severa's weakness is that her physical body is left behind and since her consciousness goes along with her vaporous form, her physical body is left as if it were a soulless wandering husk. Damage to Severa's physical body will also harm her vaporous form, at least she'll perceive it so.
There is another additional note about the Phantom Menace Quirk. It is that Severa must mutate (usually her hand as pictured above) in order to secrete the vaporous gas. This mutated flesh appears burned with crystals coming out of her skin. Though interesting to look at, it appears that mutation is simply a cause to the effect of the gas and in itself, appears entirely mundane.
Talents and Skills:
Severa's family is rich and lives rather well with no apparent sign of her being cut off. It is also because of this money that Severa had several private trainers to condition her for the whole hero career, so she is naturally in good shape and health for her age. |
6,337 | 174 | 47 | 1,681 | 188 | This girl may have been pretty, but she was irritating. Here she was insulting and judging him for his way of doing things. About how he was sitting here reading instead of training or making friends. Yet, here she was, leaning against a tree, talking at him instead of doing either of those things. If there was one type of person he hated most, it was hypocrites. Ryoma wasn't going to waste his time talking to her. He simply rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his book.
But the next thing she said caught his attention again. Instead of throwing insults and judgements, she was now asking him why he had confidence in his skills if he knew he wasn't going to win competitions. "Neither my skills, or my Quirk, are combat oriented. A huge part of being a hero is combat related, so the competitions will be too." Ryoma responded, though he doubted she would get the concept of somebody having non combat related skills in a school for heroes. Considering how their conversation had gone thus far.
Ryoma placed the bookmark in his book and closed it. It was pretty clear that the girl wasn't going to be leaving him alone yet. "It's my turn to ask a question. Why are you here leaning against a tree rather than training or making friends?" Ryome figured that he had the right to ask the question back at her. But if things went wrong, he was still calculating his escape route. To get off the ground and in the tree would take him about ten seconds from a sitting position, and that wasn't even taking this girl's Quirk into consideration, whatever it may be. A few other plans popped into Ryoma's head as he waited for her response. | Name: Kanashiro, Tatsuko (Tatsu)
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Personality:Tatsu is a fairly cheerful, energetic individual who tries to look on the bright side and avoid taking anything too seriously. Her confidence in herself and her upbeat, easy-going attitude make it so that she usually finds it pretty easy to make friends and/or meet new people. Unfortunately, Tatsu tends to be a rather reserved individual, so it can be hard for her friends to get to know her well. She just doesn’t really like talking about herself at all, though she’s usually willing to listen to others.
Tatsu is also a very spontaneous individual, as she rarely plans ahead or thinks things through before making a decision. This means that it can be kind of hard for her friends to keep up with her, as it’s not uncommon for her to suddenly make a lot of progress on a project of hers or pick up a new hobby. Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, Tatsu tends to be a logically minded individual, and she often has a hard time understanding the emotions of others. This lack of empathy, of course, often leads to Tatsu coming across as insensitive, even though there’s rarely any actual malice in her actions.
Though Tatsu is usually content to just go with the flow, she can be incredibly stubborn if she feels that she’s being criticized or restricted in some way. As such, she is rather prone to breaking rules that she feels are pointless and ignoring advice, even if it comes from people who are close to her. Because of these habits, she tends to be labelled as a troublemaker by authority figures, though it’s not like she particularly wants to cause trouble.
Background:Tatsu was born to Iruto and Amaya Kanashiro in Kitakyushu, Japan. Shortly after she was born, it became apparent that she wasn’t growing as quickly as she should have been. After running a few tests, her family’s doctor concluded that she had a growth hormone deficiency and that she was allergic to the treatments. This meant that she would always be significantly smaller than her peers and that she would be lucky to end up being much taller than four feet.
Knowing just how cruel kids could be to those that were different, and fearing that their daughter might end up being bullied in school, Tatsu’s parents, though occasionally a little too overprotective for her tastes, tried their hardest to encourage their daughter to pursue her interests and talents. As such, when Tatsu’s quirk manifested itself around the age of four, her parents were incredibly supportive. They never tried to stop her from just casually using her ability, and instead aimed to teach her to avoid using it irresponsibly.
Likewise, when she showed an interest in learning how to work with wood and metal like her father, a carpenter by trade, he allowed her to help him out in his workshop while teaching her about the tools and techniques that he used in his craft. Once her father felt that she was capable enough, he allowed her to work on her own projects, under his supervision of course. It was this freedom to pursue what she found interesting that led to Tatsu’s love of trying new things, especially ones that involve working with her hands.
When Tatsu decided that she wanted to apply to Kosei Academy because she felt that it would be a good idea to learn how to better control her abilities and that participating in heroics sounded like fun, her parents were supportive as well. And so, with their encouragement, Tatsu eventually found herself on her way to attend Kosei Academy.
Quirk: Mind over Matter
Tatsu’s quirk enables her to move objects with her mind. In order to manipulate an object, Tatsu needs to be able to either see it or touch it. This condition really only applies when she begins manipulating an object, however, as she’s essentially touching the object psychically once it’s wrapped in telekinetic energy.
It’s estimated that the maximum amount of weight that she can lift at once is around 500 lbs, though she’s currently only able to lift around 100 lbs due to her inexperience. The size of the object(s) also limit how fast she can move them. The tiers are broken down roughly as follows:
If they’re close to the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll only be able to move them slowly.
If they’re about half the maximum weight she can lift, she’ll be able to move them at about a walking pace, or a slight jog if she pushes herself.
Objects that are about a fifth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with some speed, but it’s like throwing a beach ball for her.
Objects that are about a twentieth of the maximum weight she can lift can be thrown with as much speed as a professional pitcher’s fastball.
Tatsu also finds it incredibly difficult to use telekinesis on people (so long as they’re alive anyway). This means that the most she could manage would be slowing down a punch or a kick, though it would require a large amount of energy. The only exception to this rule is her own body. As such, she’s able to lift herself in a makeshift sort of flight or use telekinesis to add force to a punch or kick. At the moment, however, she is incapable of making herself fly. The most she can do is slow down how fast she's falling, which results in a sort of gliding ability. It's important to note that she is currently able to use telekinesis to boost the speed and strength of her movements, however.
Though it kind of goes without saying, using her abilities fatigues Tatsu both mentally and physically. When lifting the maximum amount of weight that she can, she’s only able to last for around 5 to 10 minutes before she drops from exhaustion. On the other hand, she could lift really light objects and hold them for several hours before she really begins to feel the fatigue.
Talents and Skills:
Good with her hands (DIY projects, metal/wood working, electronics, etc.)
Rollerskating
Not sure where else to put this, but Tatsu is blue-green color blind (tritanopia). This means that she often mixes up the colors blue and green, as well as yellow and purple. |
6,338 | 174 | 48 | 1,996 | 106 | KOSEI ACADEMY GROUNDS
Overflowing with curiosity and excitement, most students chose to explore and made their way towards the various facilities within Kosei. Even with the hospitality shown to them, some though, preferred something more relaxing. This was far from surprising. Travel could definitely do that to a person, and being placed in a new environment with a bunch of strangers just made the whole experience a tad bit unnerving.
Ryoma Otonashi, was one of those students. Basking in the cooling shade, he settled himself beneath one of the many trees scattered across campus. With book in hand, the young hero to be was ready and had dove into a world of fiction and fantasy. However, what he wasn't prepared for though was the arrival of Severa Hironaka. A student just like him, but was a little more motivated and she had to qualms in showing this.
Although heated, the conversation between the two was tame, there was no doubt in that, but the words they uttered slowly caused some sort of awkward tension to build up. Their thoughts were different - kind of - so this sort of outcome was expected. When trying to gather around a hundred students, even if all aimed on becoming professional heroes, conflicting beliefs would still eventually arise.
...
From out of no where, Severa suddenly felt a light thud on her shoulder. "Why, hello." Said a rather small and somewhat squeaky voice. "I would like to apologize." Sitting on Severa's shoulder, he said with a smile, obviously embarrassed. "I was in the middle of some morning meditation, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." He was around a foot in height, and was extremely light - definitely less than ten pounds.
The little man then turned his face towards Severa's, slightly tilting his head in the process. "Miss, from what I've seen, I can say that your enthusiasm is commendable. There's no denying that." He gave off another smile before continuing. "But I don't think questioning or casting doubt on this young man's actions is something a hero would do."
He jumped off Severa, and proceeded to walk forward. "As Japan's future heroes and heroines, some sort of mutual respect must exist betwe...."
"Oh. Where are my manners?" Suddenly stopping, the small infant-like man was now in between Severa and Ryoma. Although it was hard to read his expression due to the persistent smile on his face, he was apparently feeling embarrassed once again. "I apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Takeshi Lee, and I'm part of the staff here at Kosei."
INSTITUTE OF PHYSICAL EDUCATION
Although seemingly lengthy, the spar between Dante and Jefferson was over within a few minutes; they didn't even finish an entire round. Everyone watching knew that if it wasn't for the interference from the large wolf, they probably could have. After sending the blue-haired youth out of the ring to deal with his injury, Mako went down on one knee, lowering himself closer to Dante. His voice was far normal and lacked its usual howling quality as he gave the young girl some advice. He certainly acknowledged her strengths, but made it a point to not forget about her mistakes; it would've been a waste if one didn't learn anything from their little fight.
"Anyway. Nice job, Missie!" A puff of smoke was blown towards her face as Mako stood up, heading towards Jefferson.
Suddenly stopping midway, the large wolf had remembered something. "Before I forget! I'm pretty sure yer here!" While talking, Mako proceeded to wrap his arm around Jefferson's waist, before effortlessly lifting him off the ground.
"Midori! Ya can't hide from this!" With student in tow, the wolfman pointed towards his nose before exiting the arena-filled room.
With Jefferson and Mako gone, the students were now left by themselves. At least, that's what they thought. From right beside Iccho, something suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Damn it! Brother is suuuch a cheateeeer!" Her cheeks had puffed up in annoyance. She was dressed like what looked to be a ninja. Midori continued her fit as she stared at the fleeting back of the massive wolf, paying little attention to everyone else in the room. However, before anyone else could talk, her left eye pivoted towards Iccho; it was definitely a strange sight.
"Oh! Hi there." She said as the rest of her head turned to the students. Although lively like Mako, she had quite the bubbly personality and was probably closer to their age. "I'm Midori." Her left hand clenched with her thumb sticking out, pointing towards her chest, while her other hand resting by her waist. She tilted her head towards her side, flashing a cheer-filled smile towards the students; well, it was more of a grin. "If you guys have any questions or need help with anything, I'm all ears."
While the rest were left inside, Jefferson found himself dangling from Mako's arm as they left the training facility. Since the moment he was picked up, Mako had not uttered a single word. He had finished almost a dozen sticks, but he still remained silent. After they had reached the outside, it only took a few steps before something else aside from smoke had left his mouth.
"Rushin' in with brute force is sorta my style." He calmly spoke, with his eyes focused straight ahead. "I wouldn't have stopped the fight if ya planned on usin' yer quirk." Whether or not this surprised Jefferson, Mako didn't really care. For all he knew, the American had already figured it out the moment the match had ended.
"So Blue, if ya don't mind me askin', why didn't ya use it?" Seeing a massive wolfman carrying a student around with one arm, so early in the day, would make anyone look twice. Chances of this spreading across the campus was incredibly high. | QUIRK LIST
EmitterTransformationMutantPoint to PointAssimilationLittle DragonBone CarapacePoison QuillMomentumPower UpPhantom MenaceHuff and PuffBlackoutCompact----Mind over Matter--------Outline--------Spiral--------Compress-------- |
6,339 | 174 | 49 | 2,735 | 21 | Before the group had time to go off and explore the rest of the facilities, the fight already started. Jefferson was definitely the more skilled of the two and it showed throughout the beginning of the match. However, the tides turned in Dante's favor once she whipped out her quirk. Iccho thought it was a little unfair for her to use her quirk in what was suppose to be a quirk free fight. It looked like Dante was the kind of person who would do whatever it takes to win. Maybe that kind of attitude was not exactly heroic, but it could be important when it comes to saving ones life. The fight was brought to the end by the Wolf after it seemed like Jefferson injured himself while punching Dante in the jaw. The fight told a lot about both of the fighters, and what kind of people they were. Iccho would take this information in carefully, but before he had time to fully process Mako started shouting about someone being there.
Out of nowhere a girl that seemed closer in age to the students appeared out of nowhere. This startled Iccho since he was not able to sense her presence and she was so close to the group. With that kind of ability it was safe to assume that she was another teacher at the academy. The woman, Midori, seemed to call Mako her brother. Iccho was not sure if they were actually related or if the woman was just being overly affectionate. She did a whole gesture thing when she introduced herself, it was like she was trying to hard to come off as a hero. Iccho felt more relaxed after she did that because it was clear she was nothing like any of the other teachers at this school.
"Nice to meet you Midori. I am Iccho Matsuo. I am assuming you are a teacher her, so what course will you be teaching?" Iccho felt that was a good question to ask since it will give the woman the ability to talk about herself, and also the opportunity to see what they will be learning at this school in a more in depth look. It also might also buy him some brownie points if he shows interest in whatever she says. | Height: 5'6" (167.64 cm)
Weight: 176 lb (80 kg)Name: Matsuo, Iccho
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality:Iccho is rather stern and always looking to take charge of a situation. The reason he wants to be in charge because he feels others will screw up. He fully believes in his capabilities and is slow to trust others in basically every way. This belief that he has the right to be in charge can lead to others feeling Iccho can be abrasive, and that is a kind word for it. He realizes this flaw in himself, but it is rather difficult to overcome.
His biggest fear is failure, so he tries his best to succeed in everything he does. This is not realistic and it causes him to take failures a lot harder than he should. This leads to an over competitive “spirit”. He pushes himself and others to the point of breaking. He has the capability of being a strong and good leader, but he has many personal flaws that he needs to work on to reach his potential.
Background:Iccho was born and raised in Tsushima, Nagasaki. This means that the whole new world of Kosei Academy will be a whole new experience for Iccho. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked as a school teacher. Iccho idolized his father and how strong he was. When Iccho started to develop his quirk, it was a natural fit on a fishing boat. It is a lot easier to transport fish when they have been paralyzed. He started to go out on his father’s ship, so Iccho has the strength of a fisherman. He works out every day to reach his father.
However, all changed when his father’s boat was destroyed in a storm created by a super villain. His father took his ship out into the storm to help save a ferry that was caught in the storm. Iccho saw how brave his father was and this inspired Iccho to pursue being a hero. His mother did everything she could to push Iccho away from being a hero, but it was to no avail. Iccho had a group of friends who would help solve problems around the city, but they grew apart when Iccho wanted to take it more seriously and his friends wanted to just have fun.
When his friends abandoned him, Iccho became determined to become a real hero just like his father was. His first option was obviously U.A. High, but he was not able to pass the entrance exam due to his stubbornness when it came to working with others. He did not want to just go into general studies, so he decided to apply to Kosei Academy. It was a new school, and Iccho got into the hero course. He knows that he has to change his ways if he wants to become a hero, but it is hard to trust others when everyone he trusts have abandoned him.
Quirk: Poison Quill
His body hair can accumulate a large amount of keratin, so his body hairs become sharp quills that can come out of any pore. They are currently only able to be rather small, about 3 inches (7.62 cm). He is able to remove the quills and throw them towards his enemy. Iccho can only recuperate his quills about 4 times in a short fight. This limits his ability to throw quills, and how he can defend himself.
The quills also have a slight paralytic poison on the tips that paralyze a small portion of a human’s body (i.e. if a person gets hit on the upper arm then their upper arm will be paralyzed). The poison is currently not potent enough to spread far in the body or cause major organ failure. Iccho has been able to build up an immunity to his poison over time, so he is not affected by it whenever his body secretes it.
Skills:
Strength and balance gained by working on a fishing boat.
Knowledge of the fish in the waters around Japan.
Very strong swimmer. |
6,340 | 174 | 50 | 1,051 | 1,675 | Ruby Lake
Location: Library
Convincing her parents to let her go hadn't been easy. Yet, because Kosei Academy was such a new location its reputation had neither been tarnished nor approved of. The people behind it seemed to have a good reputation, yet eventually, her parents had let her attend to get her to be silent about the matter. Ruby was not allowed to use her family name there unless she came back a smashing success, and her father had warned her that she better come back with good results to not waste time and effort on something pointless, especially not after they had allowed her to attend. However Ruby had gotten the vibe that they were expecting her to come back home crying before the week ended.
Ruby guessed that arriving by chopper weren't the stealthiest way to seem disconnected from a rich family, but at least all routes seemed to eventually lead to a train that everyone would ride no matter where they came from giving her at least a chance to slip into the crowd and not seem that special even with her rather unique appearance.
Ruby felt nervous, her hands felt shaky and she had to occasionally take deep breaths to calm her beating heart. She also felt excited, and could hardly sit still on the train. Soon she would arrive at another new location where she had not been before. And there she was supposed to stay until she came ou a full-fledged hero. It may not be a dream come true, but it was a big step on the way of making a name for herself in the world. Ruby Lake, that was what they would call her, the Dragon girl who saves the world.
The rest of the trip passed almost in a blur, and once the train came to a halt Ruby proceeded to follow the others after her bags was taken care off. Ruby felt quite happy that her bags was handled by someone, she hardly knew what her servants back home had packed for her but it was way more than what Ruby thought she would need. She followed the other students and listened to the speech at the opening ceremony before proceeding inside at her own pace while taking care not to be run down by the hasty ones.
Once past the gates, Ruby found an open area where she could stretch her wings and take flight. She used her flying ability to gain a vantage point and looked around from the top of the training center. The wind up on the roof was calming and fresh, and the breeze much stronger. Tired from even the short flight to the roof, Ruby sat down and looked towards the library. Perhaps she could go for a read, a peaceful place to spend some time. Yet it was in a rested state of mind she suddenly snapped awake from a howl that came from inside the building, it made her jump a bit and wonder what manner of creature could produce such a noise.
Yet fright rather than curiosity took hold of her and she quickly left the roof of the building to glide away from it. She headed further north and towards a large building near the main one. Landing securely, Ruby walked up to the building and looked around before taking a moment to calm herself. When she felt relaxed enough she headed inside, discovering that this building was, in fact, the library. Amazement struck her as Ruby's vision filled with literature from all over the world, rowed up neatly in bookcases taller than the ones she had at home and more of them than what she could count. The scent of a new building, new books, and floor polish filled her every sense. Ruby took a while to just take in her surroundings then once she felt ready she started walking around to explore the deeper parts of the library.
She sank down peacefully in a seat and let a nearby book fill her attention. She examined it closely before flipping through the pages, then she smiled to herself as she guessed that a person could spend all their life here and not manage to read all the books in here. She sighed as she read a few pages and just took it easy while thinking of her next course of action. | Name: Westerville, Rubina; Lake, Ruby
Gender: Female
Age:16
Personality:
Self reliant, rebellious and somewhat naughty would probably be some words that you could use to describe her. She's quite fiery, very active, and not really shy as she trained that away ages ago. She can be rather tsundere to people she likes. She's hard working when motivated, and tends to goof off or get bored when she's not.
Ruby is a girl who seeks some excitement and enlightenment in her life as she comes from a strict and sheltered life. Curious about the outside world and the experiences she could gain from not being constantly molded into perfection by various people in her life. She's not unfriendly as she has been taught to be rather well behaved towards others and will try to behave around new people she meets to make a good impression. However, there are times when she needs to just try new things, gain new experiences and just see things for herself.
One could say she's on a path to discovering who she truly is. Is she really the girl her parents want her to be? Or is she someone completely different? Only time will reveal the person she truly is or will grow into.
Background:The daughter of a quite wealthy family, Rubina or 'Ruby' as she prefer being called have been lived a strict and controlled life. While her parents nearly never come home, they still forced their wills of what they liked Ruby to become upon her against her will. Wanting her to become the heir of their legacy they had quite strict ideals of what skills was required achieve that goal. While not being able to force their ideals upon her in person while being away, they kept contact with their servants who in turn carried out their will. Most of her life, Ruby have been raised, lectured and taught by servants and private tutors.
However, Ruby grew to dislike most of them as they seemed to have had a square view on what they thought would make a 'perfect girl'. Constant nagging and attempted corrections from her servants in response to her behavior made her grow increasingly resistant as she grew older and smarter. As she started seeing through their behavior, she grew rebellious, doing whatever she liked instead while letting others take responsibility for her actions. During most of her life, there was only one person she really trusted and could relate too, a butler named Jack Lake. He was nice to her and seemed to get her. He earned her trust over the years from her childhood through kindness and compassion. Ruby liked him a lot and continued to do so even as she grew older. He became somewhat of a father figure for her as she didn't see her real father very often and had grown to dislike him.
Being a lone child was quite tough, she had to shoulder whatever her parents tried to put on her, from learning how to act like a proper young lady to satisfy her mothers ideals. To how to run a company, from the ideals of her father. One moment she could be learning how to dance waltz and other dances, another she could be studying economics. It was tiresome, and the only way Ruby really got to vent was during her free time when she took to unleash pent up emotions often through her quirk and physical training. Interestingly enough, one of the few ways Jack helped her was by helping her train in Dragon-Fu, a somewhat combined material arts practice with dragon like abilities added in. He also helped her stretch, and actually helped her practice dancing in a fun way by teaching her that it could be used both in combat and interactions as it was important to be able to move around securely while also having attention on opponents and respond to their moves with her own.
Her young life was pretty much what one would expect, from an early age she was raised mostly by the servants and they became somewhat more of a family to her than what her real one ever was. As a child she hadn't started to dislike anyone just yet, but she had gotten some bad experiences from interacting with her parents.
The older she got, the less people she started to trust, mostly because there was too many folks to listen too and too few she could really relate with and feel like she belonged. They treated her as a little princess, and while they spoiled her, they also required a lot from her in return. Ruby learned that her parents thought they could just buy her affection if needed, but the older she got, the more she realized that they didn't realize how smart she was becoming.
The biggest moment in her life was probably when she started developing her quirk. She started growing horns and wings, suddenly turning more dragon like. It was difficult at first getting used to it, and she often accidentally sat fire to something which she ended up getting scolded for. As she grew, so did her appetite. She turned into somewhat of a glutton, wanting food very often, so much her servants thought she was going to get fat. Since it was 'unladylike' to eat a lot, they tried to restrict her.
It was another factor that made her stop liking most of the people around her. She started sneaking into the kitchen to grab whatever she could find. The chef however caught her, and wanted to teach her a lesson by putting out red hot chili peppers on the table, something to make her regret eating it. However, it turned out that it backfired as Ruby loved the taste of them; having a breath that literally could set things on fire, spicy things were nothing but treats and candy to her.
Growing into a teenager puberty would hit at some point. The spur of growth and development would be a time where she would wreck down all the foundations of her past life and test all limits. It was a time of big change, one that would make her into the girl she is today. From learning more advanced things to turning from a rather 'obedient' girl to a rebellious teenager.
Learning how to fight, how to lead, how to dance, and how to do difficult calculations. She grew more and more self reliant, trusting only Jack whom she shared just about all her teenage problems with. From the really embarrassing stuff to fun and games. She was just glad to have him around.
As for what she aspires for, Ruby dreams of making a name for herself in the world rather than following the strict path carved by her parents or ride on any wave they have created. It was because of this she made somewhat of an alias for herself. Ruby Lake, she called herself, because Ruby being a nickname she preferred over 'Young lady' which she had heard too many times. And the last name Lake, mostly because she often wish that Jack Lake would have been her father instead so she wouldn't have to go through all the bull crap just to live a good life.
Quirk: Little Dragon
Little Dragon is a quirk that grants Ruby characteristics of a dragon. Namely a dragon's horns, tail, wings, claws, and ability to breath fire.
Mostly shown by the illustration above, several parts of her body are diffusely covered in a layer of tough scales. These protect her from most physical hazards and provide resistance to fire. The claws Ruby possesses are very sharp, allowing her to cut into things if she want too. Her wings are slightly smaller than that of a fully grown dragon, but these still allow her to fly or glide over short distances and heights.
While labeled as a strong quirk by some, it is not without its weaknesses. The traits that Ruby received are more complementary and do not provide any boost in her physical capabilities. Although not that obvious, Ruby doesn't posses more strength or endurance than a normal girl her age. And despite the resilience provided by her scales, not all parts of her body are protected by it, giving her several vulnerable areas that could be used against her. Lastly, sustained flight or a prolonged, steady stream of fire aren't things Ruby is capable off. Well, at least for now.
The specifics of Ruby's quirks come from a long line of selective breeding created as a pet project by several wealthy people who took after the Heroic business in that area. Yet instead of being specially for Heroic feats it was seen as a symbol of wealth and status in the world to have rare and unique quirks.
To create combinations to lead to mythological beasts,or quirks was some among the projects. Ruby's parents was a mixture of a fire breathing salamander and a bat-winged devil, combining into what would turn into a dragon like quirk that Ruby inherited.
Talents and Skills:
Dragon-Fu: Basically a mixed material art formed with dragon parts added. She was taught this mostly from Jack Lake who knew a lot about martial arts, through a lot of training, and by seeking out the knowledge of how to advance it.
Gluttony of Spices Ruby is very found of anything spicy; from red hot chili peppers to whatever else is considered as 'super hot'. Being able to literally breathe fire, she is resistant to heat and almost complete immune to spicy food. She does however really like the taste of it.
Dancing: Not a skill she's technically found off, but she can dance really well because she was forced to take learn it, the only one that could make her like doing it was Jack when he said she could use it to learn how to fight better because it gave mobility skills and the ability to read others. |
6,341 | 174 | 51 | 2,390 | 258 | “'T-Tempo?' Well that’s quite better than 'Tempura'.” Although Jefferson was speaking English, the boy had enough sense to know what he said. Temperance shoved his hands in his pockets, only to flinch at the sound of another voice, seemingly talking to their ragtag group as a whole. Turning around, the blonde was forced to do a double take, expected to see a stranger taller than or around his height; it made sense since he was always on the smaller side. But instead, there was a much smaller girl, even smaller than Eir, now standing in front of them. He had to resist the urge to put his hands on his knees and ask her if she lost her parents, and instead flipped his hair a little and smiled.
“Hello there Miss Tatsuko...the pleasure is mine. If Lady Eir is alright with it, then obviously I’ll be. I go by Temperance Wilk, or Tempest for short.” He answered before cracking a sweet smile. It was interesting to meet another short person at Kosei, it was yet another person to add to the “Shorty Squad”, so Tempest was more than happy to gain another person with a different personality that he could learn more about.
Watching curiously, since he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, as Eir moved on ahead, quickly finding a map, he made his way over to her, placing his hand on the shorter’s shoulder and leaning in to get a better look at the map.
“That seems simple enough. Shall we get going?”
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The group quickly made their way to the boxing ring, or rings, thanks to Eir’s directions, and Temperance could help but let his jaw slacken for a brief moment. The room itself was quite big, even with the amount of boxing rings occupying them. His attention was soon brought to the sound of howling laughter. It was...a wolf man for lack of a better term, introducing himself as Mako Nahino and it was just as Jefferson claimed; a staff member was here waiting for them. Upon asking what they wanted, Temperance took a step back and clasped his hands behind him.
While Jefferson and Dante got their bearings together with Mr. Nahino, Tempestt’s attention was brought to Iccho, who mentioned doing some adventuring while they fought. As the blonde was about to take the other’s question to consideration, their fight had already began. In all honestly, Tempest could only stare with a slightly frightened look on his face. The way they were going on each other made the blonde hope they didn’t have to fight anytime soon. Even with his quirk, Temperance felt as if he was at an extreme disadvantage against those two muscle heads. And the end result was extremely unsettling to him...of course he’s seen videos were people have gotten injured in battle, but seeing it in real life made him uncomfortable to say the least.
Temperance watched quietly as Jefferson was taken away to get his injury tended to, only to tilt his head at the sound of a girl. The boy arched his eyebrows as his attention was guided to a new girl suddenly standing next to Iccho. Introducing herself as Midori, Tempest game an uneasy smile before waving.
“Hi there, little lass. I go by Tempest.” He introduced himself before Iccho questioned what subject she would be teaching. Although he didn’t think of the question, it was definitely something he would like to know. “And might I ask, how old are you?” He added on, tilting his head curiously. | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,342 | 174 | 52 | 2,522 | 285 | Jefferson St. John
Location: Campus, wandering (Probably to the medical offices of some kind)
Interacting with: MC Smokesalot, Potentially: Severa, Ryoma
Jefferson stared blankly at his hand, knuckles leaking blood onto the stone floor. Something was being said, but he wasn’t paying attention. Standing to the side, he undid the handwraps on his right fist, gritting his teeth against the pain. He finished, greeted by the sight of two busted knuckles already swelling. As he turned his hand over a few times, the borders of his vision went gray, the world flipping end over end. After a time, he realized he was being carried, and that he was outside. Part of him wondered if he had blacked out before his reverie was interrupted by Mako’s gruff voice.
"Rushin' in with brute force is sorta my style." He calmly spoke, with his eyes focused straight ahead. "I wouldn't have stopped the fight if ya planned on usin' yer quirk." Whether or not this surprised Jefferson, Mako didn't really care. For all he knew, the American had already figured it out the moment the match had ended.
"So Blue, if ya don't mind me askin', why didn't ya use it?" Seeing a massive wolfman carrying a student around with one arm, so early in the day, would make anyone look twice. Chances of this spreading across the campus was incredibly high.
Jefferson was being carried, and as he looked up he realized people were watching. Color rising to his cheeks, he wriggled out of the wolf’s grasp. “With all due respect, my fist is broken, not my legs.” He straightened up as he landed, pulling the rest of the wraps off of his bad hand. He was normally more polite, but with his reputation on the line, it was a matter of urgency. “...Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude. I… Yeah.” He finished lamely, unwrapping his uninjured hand. He was obviously frustrated, but he couldn’t take that out on someone else. He was raised better than that.
Dante had done a number on him at the end of that fight. His arms were scratched to hell and back, he was already bruised from her steel fists, and his hand was steadily dripping as they walked. All told, he looked like he had been hit by a truck more than a person. Absentmindedly, the student cradled his bleeding arm as he answered the wolfman’s questions, laughing softly. “I couldn’t use my Quirk. Handwraps cover my palms and shoes cover my feet. You can't slap in boxing, anyway.” He flashed the wolfman a glimpse of the inside of his hands, a pitch black contrast against his otherwise pale complexion. “Besides, it wouldn’t make a difference. My Quirk is a little useless. Won’t clear rubble, can’t move me, and sure as hell doesn’t help in a fight. Not a fair one, anyway.”
He smiled at the stovepipe of a teacher as he said it, though the look didn’t extend to his eyes. “Besides,” he said, frowning as his gaze wandered, settling on a pair of bickering students in the direction they were wandering, sitting beneath a few of the smaller trees. “People rely on Quirks too much. The best fighter I ever knew never used hers.” | Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality:Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.
Background:Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.
Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.
While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.
Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.
Quirk: Blackout Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.
The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.
Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.
Talents and Skills:
Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute. |
6,343 | 174 | 53 | 2,390 | 258 | Tatsu was rather pleased to find that the group of students she had been following was willing to let her tag along with them as they searched for a boxing ring to spar in. Getting to know them and befriending them seemed like it would be a lot more fun than spending the day alone. After a few moments of introductions, the pink-haired girl who had introduced herself as Eir, exclaimed that she had found the location of the boxing ring on the map, pointing out the direction that they should start walking.
The walk to the room with the boxing rings was pretty uneventful, though Tatsu was able to catch glimpses into other rooms with a variety of training equipment as the group walked passed. Her guess that the rest of the school’s facilities would be as impressive as the outdoor training area seemed like it had been a good one so far. At the very least, it certainly seemed that they had gone all out with the training facilities, a perception that was only cemented in Tatsu’s mind as the group entered the boxing room and saw the arrangement of rings.
As Tatsu approached the main ring with her new acquaintances, the relative quiet was shattered by a loud howling. Jumping at the sound, Tatsu turned to see a massive wolfman laughing and puffing on a cigarette as he walked over to their group. Shortly after he introduced himself as Mako Nahino and asked if anyone wanted to fight, the two taller individuals in their group stepped forward to ask him questions and indicate that they wanted to spar with one another.
While the others waited for the match to begin in earnest, another boy with roughly the same hair color as Tempest stepped over to her and introduced himself as Iccho Matsuo before explaining that he missed her name. ”Oh, I’m Tatsuko Kanashiro,” Tatsu replied with a grin. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She was about to agree with his suggestion that they look around for a bit before the fight began, but the fight began before she could, with the two taller members of their group stepping into the huge ring.
Though Tatsu had no experience with fighting, or any other sport really, it seemed to her that the boy with hair that her eyes saw as bluish-green was definitely going to win. No matter what the tall, dark-haired girl did, she couldn’t seem to avoid his attacks. At least, that seemed to be the case until she grabbed the ring in the corner she was backed into, her whole body becoming wrapped in metal as she clearly used her quirk. Covered in what amounted to a suit of armor, she was able to go on the offensive without worrying about any counterattacks while using her now-greater weight to deliver some devastating blows on the other fighter.
This discrepancy seemed a little unfair to Tatsu, but she felt that it was between the two fighters. If they had agreed that quirks were allowed, then she couldn’t really judge the girl for using hers, even if it did make the fight incredibly one-sided. Despite the fight being essentially over, however, the boy opted for one last punch to the girl of steel’s jaw, which of course ended with him hurting his hand and prompting Mr. Nahino to declare the match over before more injuries were inflicted.
After telling the boy to leave the ring, he spoke softly with the dark-haired girl for a few moments before hopped out of the ring himself. Shortly after he got out of the ring, he grabbed the boy and lifted him into the air like he weighed nothing, a feat that didn’t really surprise Tatsu given his massive size, before yelling at someone that they couldn’t hide from his nose and leaving. Tatsu didn’t have to question who he had been talking to for very long, as a girl dressed like a ninja appeared next to Iccho almost immediately after Mr. Nahino left the room.
A moment or two later, the girl seemed to realize that there were other people around, turning to the group and introducing herself as Midori before cheerily offering to answer any of their questions. Iccho was the first to take her up on the offer, asking her what subject she taught here at the academy, which Tatsu felt was a fairly standard question to ask. Immediately after Iccho asked his question, Tempest asked Midori how old she was, causing Tatsu to giggle slightly at the oddity of the question.
Not wanting to overwhelm Midori with questions, Tatsu waited until she had answered to two boys’ questions before speaking up. ”I’m Tatsuko Kanashiro,” she said, smiling as usual. ”I was just wondering, what all does this building offer? I imagine that there’s a lot, but could you give us a quick run-down?” | Height: 5'2” / 158 cm
Weight: 97 lbs / 44 kgName: Wilk, Temperance ("Tempest")
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality:
Tempest’s manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and he is said to be the "Princely" type. He uses his wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on the task at hand. He often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to himself for his own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Tempest is calm and logical. Because of his time spent at home and away from many people, he also can come across as rather detached.
Coupled with his "princely" attitude, he is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and only helps people who can benefit him in some way. He has a habit of being skeptical in situations that won't benefit him or his friends. He tends to be quite serious, but he is tolerant of his friends eccentric personalities. He is not afraid to speak his mind.
Background:
Temperance was born in Shibuya, Japan. Judging by his name, his parents were expecting a girl, but even after his birth they stuck with it. Like many other children, Tempest's quirk came into fruition when he was four; he had gotten into a fist fight with another child. Unaware that the other's attacks were ultimately making him stronger, Tempest sent the the kid to the hospital with one punch. His parents believed that their son had super strength at first, but everything became clear within the first few months of having his quirk; that he was absorbing energy and redirecting it into his muscles.
Growing up as an only child, Tempest spent a lot of time in his father's weapon shop; due to the lack of customers, it was usually just the two of them in there. When it was just them, Tempest's father made it an active routine to introduce every weapon he had up for sale to his son so that one day he could take over the shop. Of course, Tempest was excited to do anything with his father, but he was only six at the time, so while the images of the weapons remained in his mind, the information about them didn't. Fortunately, going around the shop multiple times a day with his dad made the information stick, although it was mostly basic; what the weapons were good for doing.
As the shop started growing popular with heroes and partnerships with hero schools, Tempest's father became increasingly busy, leaving said boy on his own to learn. He read about the weapons, how they were made, where they originated from, and their usage, watched videos of people or heroes using such weapons (of course, he was too young to wield any at the time), and even started to broaden his horizons to other information that would prove useful. And so, for the years that he wasn't aloud to wield any of the weapons in his father's shop, Tempest learned everything he could about them, and everything else; he spent almost every wake moment trying to stuff more information into his brain.
By the time he was around ten, Tempest's father gave him permission to touch the safe weapons in the upper level of the shop. Although the safe weapons were made of plastic or had rubber covering the sharp parts, Tempest was about to try his skills. Fortunately, all of his work paid off as every safe weapon he held, he had some idea of how to use. And now that he was able to see what the weapons felt like, he started spending all of his time in there; even bringing a blanket, some snacks, and a few books to read if he didn't understand something.
Tempest took increasingly interest in the bo, or staff. It was a weapon that most people overlooked for its sharper counterparts. And with enough begging, Tempest got his father to come up when his shop wasn't busy and show him how to wield. That coupled with professional videos online made him a force to be reckoned.
Once he had turned twelve, Tempest had an idea of what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he wanted to be a hero. Of course, having all of this weapon knowledge for the shop was good, but he felt like he could make that knowledge more useful as a hero coupled with his quirk. Tempest decided to enroll into Kosei Academy as he saw it as a way to make his father even more well known by possibly using and getting weapons from him.
Quirk: Power Up
Tempest's is able to absorb and utilize energy from physical and blunt force attacks. The energy, once absorbed momentarily, would be used by his muscles to temporarily increase his physical strength immensely. Limits would include the inability to nullify attacks since he only absorbs energy. Tempest also has a limit to how much energy he can absorb. Absorbing too much puts him at risk of destroying himself from the inside out while redirecting too much energy to his muscles could lead to the rest of Tempest becoming physically drained and paralyzed. When using too much energy, Tempest experiences a state of hyperactivity, but if he doesn't take a break, he'll eventually feel physically drained, to the point that he can't move his body anymore.
Talents:
Knowledge of weapons.
Skilled in Bojutsu |
6,344 | 174 | 54 | 165 | 3,805 | Dante was more than a little surprised that Jefferson chose to break his own hand thank use his quirk. There was no way he had not broken it, she felt the crack in his hand when he hit her chin. She reached up and touched her face, and it came away a little bloody. Man, he really hit me hard.
After the large Wolfman ended the match Dante wiped the little bit of blood on her sleeve. She wanted to tell Jefferson he did an awesome job, but he was gone before she could say anything. Mr.Nahino approached her and bent down so that she could look him in the eye. He explained that she had done well, but not to forget what she had done wrong. Dante nodded at this, she understood all to well. She had thought that she was a good fighter, but she had been totally dominated before she could use her quirk. Dante grit her teeth a bit. She had won, but it didn't feel much like a victory. The win felt almost hollow because she had been so clearly outclassed. When Mr.Nahino left she walked out of the ring, but as she did it let out a loud groan of relief due to the fact that it was now over two thousand pounds lighter.
Dante considered whether or not to change back, but she decided not to. It felt so... weird when she forced herself to go back. Almost like she was itchy all over. Dante approached the group and popped her knuckles. Instead of the organic cracking and popping of bone, there was instead a loud metallic "PING" for every popped knuckle.
"Well, that was fun! It kinda sucks that he didn't use his quirk, but whatever. Hehe, he shure did best the crapbout of me before I changed though."
When she spoke her voice sounded more metallic and raspy, as her vocal chords and throat were now made of metal. She gave a slight grin when she spoke as well. Then she noticed the small chameleon looking girl on the floor and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"man, you guys just keep getting smaller and smaller." | Name: Virmire, Dante (Louise)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality:She is a bit of a loose cannon, doing whatever seems right in the moment. Dante heavily believes in loyalty and backing your friends. While she can be violent and definitely has been in the past, she isn't a violent person. Dante simply sees violence as the best way to get a peaceful solution...or something like that, she hasn't really thought about it to much.
Background:Dante's parents died in a fire when she was very young, as such she has been raised in an orphanage since the age of five. When her abilities manifested everyone was a bit startled to find she was made entirely of stone. For a while it was believed that this was her quirk, to turn to stone. It wasn't until much later that it was discovered her ability was much more than that. She could mimic materials she came into contact with, such as stone, copper, steel, anything solid she could touch, she could mimic.
Dante has come to Kosei Achademy to prove to herself and others that she has the will and the ability to become a hero. She feels responsible for giving back to society, because of the people who helped her in the orphanage. Though she did have her problems with the other kids. She doesn't like bullies and after standing up for the 'weak' one to many times, she was taught a lesson by some of the older bullies. They would hound her constantly, some even would go so far as to say that she caused the fire that killed her parents. To get away from that she would indulge in a bit of...mock combat, with other kids who just wanted to release some tension. Some call it bare-knuckle boxing, she just calls it fun.
Quirk: AssimilationShe can absorb properties of solid matter that she is in physical contact with. When she was younger, everyone thought her ability was to turn to stone. Eventually though the true nature of her ability was discovered. She found that she could turn into things other than stone by touching them. She could make her body turn into the same materials of whatever she was touching. (i.e. If she was grabbing a steel pipe her body would turn into steel.) But after a while (a few hours) she would always turn back into herself. Turning herself more than twice in one day would cause her to get horrible full body aches.
Talents and Skills:She has a natural affinity for fighting with a specialization in boxing. Without changing, her stamina and endurance are great. When she changes though, shes nearly unmatched. She enjoys cooking and is actually pretty good at it, but she would never admit it to anyone, it's more of a guilty pleasure that she doesn't want to admit to. |
6,345 | 174 | 55 | 1,051 | 1,675 | Ruby Lake
Location: Library => Training Hall
While the library proved to have more than a sufficient amount of literature, it was sorely lacking the ability to socialize. Students that came there was either bookworms or seemed to seek out peace and quiet. Ruby didn't want to disturb them and eventually chose to leave the building again after flipping through a few more pages of the book she had picked. She wandered the campus for a moment while pondering over what to do. After the moment was up she headed over to the Training Hall again, it was the only building that had sparked her interest even if the howl from earlier had scared her.
Heading inside the building Ruby could see a group of students that had gathered around or inside the various sparring rings. The Dragon girl looked around at them all as she decided to watch for a bit before approaching anyone. There were matches going on around her and Ruby felt the excitement build as she watched the other students compete. It was the first time she had seen quirks being used for battle this close and Ruby could hardly choose who she would look at next or who she should silently cheer for. She found this place much more enjoyable than the quiet library even if this place was almost the complete opposite.
As she stood there and watched the other students she almost felt a bit shy, she wanted to talk to someone but at the same time, she was uncertain about how to start a conversation. Coming from a sheltered life didn't help make her more social, and with servants that she had known all her life, it was far from the same experience. She had met other people before, usually at large social meetings or parties for rich people like herself, and she had also danced with people in the past. However, that was also different, she was used to being spoken to rather than speaking with others, and getting asked to dance was not much of conversation either. The most she had spoken with others was during pauses or when she had gone outside for fresh air on a balcony somewhere, and even at that time, someone else had approached her. | Name: Westerville, Rubina; Lake, Ruby
Gender: Female
Age:16
Personality:
Self reliant, rebellious and somewhat naughty would probably be some words that you could use to describe her. She's quite fiery, very active, and not really shy as she trained that away ages ago. She can be rather tsundere to people she likes. She's hard working when motivated, and tends to goof off or get bored when she's not.
Ruby is a girl who seeks some excitement and enlightenment in her life as she comes from a strict and sheltered life. Curious about the outside world and the experiences she could gain from not being constantly molded into perfection by various people in her life. She's not unfriendly as she has been taught to be rather well behaved towards others and will try to behave around new people she meets to make a good impression. However, there are times when she needs to just try new things, gain new experiences and just see things for herself.
One could say she's on a path to discovering who she truly is. Is she really the girl her parents want her to be? Or is she someone completely different? Only time will reveal the person she truly is or will grow into.
Background:The daughter of a quite wealthy family, Rubina or 'Ruby' as she prefer being called have been lived a strict and controlled life. While her parents nearly never come home, they still forced their wills of what they liked Ruby to become upon her against her will. Wanting her to become the heir of their legacy they had quite strict ideals of what skills was required achieve that goal. While not being able to force their ideals upon her in person while being away, they kept contact with their servants who in turn carried out their will. Most of her life, Ruby have been raised, lectured and taught by servants and private tutors.
However, Ruby grew to dislike most of them as they seemed to have had a square view on what they thought would make a 'perfect girl'. Constant nagging and attempted corrections from her servants in response to her behavior made her grow increasingly resistant as she grew older and smarter. As she started seeing through their behavior, she grew rebellious, doing whatever she liked instead while letting others take responsibility for her actions. During most of her life, there was only one person she really trusted and could relate too, a butler named Jack Lake. He was nice to her and seemed to get her. He earned her trust over the years from her childhood through kindness and compassion. Ruby liked him a lot and continued to do so even as she grew older. He became somewhat of a father figure for her as she didn't see her real father very often and had grown to dislike him.
Being a lone child was quite tough, she had to shoulder whatever her parents tried to put on her, from learning how to act like a proper young lady to satisfy her mothers ideals. To how to run a company, from the ideals of her father. One moment she could be learning how to dance waltz and other dances, another she could be studying economics. It was tiresome, and the only way Ruby really got to vent was during her free time when she took to unleash pent up emotions often through her quirk and physical training. Interestingly enough, one of the few ways Jack helped her was by helping her train in Dragon-Fu, a somewhat combined material arts practice with dragon like abilities added in. He also helped her stretch, and actually helped her practice dancing in a fun way by teaching her that it could be used both in combat and interactions as it was important to be able to move around securely while also having attention on opponents and respond to their moves with her own.
Her young life was pretty much what one would expect, from an early age she was raised mostly by the servants and they became somewhat more of a family to her than what her real one ever was. As a child she hadn't started to dislike anyone just yet, but she had gotten some bad experiences from interacting with her parents.
The older she got, the less people she started to trust, mostly because there was too many folks to listen too and too few she could really relate with and feel like she belonged. They treated her as a little princess, and while they spoiled her, they also required a lot from her in return. Ruby learned that her parents thought they could just buy her affection if needed, but the older she got, the more she realized that they didn't realize how smart she was becoming.
The biggest moment in her life was probably when she started developing her quirk. She started growing horns and wings, suddenly turning more dragon like. It was difficult at first getting used to it, and she often accidentally sat fire to something which she ended up getting scolded for. As she grew, so did her appetite. She turned into somewhat of a glutton, wanting food very often, so much her servants thought she was going to get fat. Since it was 'unladylike' to eat a lot, they tried to restrict her.
It was another factor that made her stop liking most of the people around her. She started sneaking into the kitchen to grab whatever she could find. The chef however caught her, and wanted to teach her a lesson by putting out red hot chili peppers on the table, something to make her regret eating it. However, it turned out that it backfired as Ruby loved the taste of them; having a breath that literally could set things on fire, spicy things were nothing but treats and candy to her.
Growing into a teenager puberty would hit at some point. The spur of growth and development would be a time where she would wreck down all the foundations of her past life and test all limits. It was a time of big change, one that would make her into the girl she is today. From learning more advanced things to turning from a rather 'obedient' girl to a rebellious teenager.
Learning how to fight, how to lead, how to dance, and how to do difficult calculations. She grew more and more self reliant, trusting only Jack whom she shared just about all her teenage problems with. From the really embarrassing stuff to fun and games. She was just glad to have him around.
As for what she aspires for, Ruby dreams of making a name for herself in the world rather than following the strict path carved by her parents or ride on any wave they have created. It was because of this she made somewhat of an alias for herself. Ruby Lake, she called herself, because Ruby being a nickname she preferred over 'Young lady' which she had heard too many times. And the last name Lake, mostly because she often wish that Jack Lake would have been her father instead so she wouldn't have to go through all the bull crap just to live a good life.
Quirk: Little Dragon
Little Dragon is a quirk that grants Ruby characteristics of a dragon. Namely a dragon's horns, tail, wings, claws, and ability to breath fire.
Mostly shown by the illustration above, several parts of her body are diffusely covered in a layer of tough scales. These protect her from most physical hazards and provide resistance to fire. The claws Ruby possesses are very sharp, allowing her to cut into things if she want too. Her wings are slightly smaller than that of a fully grown dragon, but these still allow her to fly or glide over short distances and heights.
While labeled as a strong quirk by some, it is not without its weaknesses. The traits that Ruby received are more complementary and do not provide any boost in her physical capabilities. Although not that obvious, Ruby doesn't posses more strength or endurance than a normal girl her age. And despite the resilience provided by her scales, not all parts of her body are protected by it, giving her several vulnerable areas that could be used against her. Lastly, sustained flight or a prolonged, steady stream of fire aren't things Ruby is capable off. Well, at least for now.
The specifics of Ruby's quirks come from a long line of selective breeding created as a pet project by several wealthy people who took after the Heroic business in that area. Yet instead of being specially for Heroic feats it was seen as a symbol of wealth and status in the world to have rare and unique quirks.
To create combinations to lead to mythological beasts,or quirks was some among the projects. Ruby's parents was a mixture of a fire breathing salamander and a bat-winged devil, combining into what would turn into a dragon like quirk that Ruby inherited.
Talents and Skills:
Dragon-Fu: Basically a mixed material art formed with dragon parts added. She was taught this mostly from Jack Lake who knew a lot about martial arts, through a lot of training, and by seeking out the knowledge of how to advance it.
Gluttony of Spices Ruby is very found of anything spicy; from red hot chili peppers to whatever else is considered as 'super hot'. Being able to literally breathe fire, she is resistant to heat and almost complete immune to spicy food. She does however really like the taste of it.
Dancing: Not a skill she's technically found off, but she can dance really well because she was forced to take learn it, the only one that could make her like doing it was Jack when he said she could use it to learn how to fight better because it gave mobility skills and the ability to read others. |
6,346 | 175 | 0 | 1,380 | 1,423 | The florescent lights that ran along the ceiling did a less than stellar job at keeping the room brightly illuminated. With only one door, the way in, locked, there was not much to do besides sit in one of eight chairs set adjacent to each other, facing forward. The front of the room had a monitor, but it was off and close inspection would reveal no method of activation.
The back-rest of each chair had upon it a number, in order from left to right they counted from two to nine. The width of the room could comfortably fit nine chairs, but only these eight were present. Sitting in each chair were seven men and one woman. Each one took the number that matched the number they were given earlier that day, save for the men in chairs numbered two and eight. These men were already given their numbers, and only they had any idea what was going on. They had each been selected for some secret project. They were told they cant refuse, and are not to tell anyone. They each underwent a series of surgeries to improve natural abilities and add new skills. They were told that they would be outfitted, but have not received any sort of armor or weaponry.
The man seated in chair two had a stern glare about him, one of dedication. His short hair and facial stubble was a blend of blonde and red. His emerald eyes examined the other seven people, and the room.
Chair number three had a similarly poised man. This one's dark hair and eyes only improved the intimidating military rigidness he wore on his face and posture.
Number four was a younger man. At least he seemed younger behind a cloth that rose above his mouth and nose. Only his grey hair and red eyes were visible underneath a black hood.
Fifth was a rather confident looking man. His smirk and muscle gave him an aura of cockiness. But there was a shine in his sapphire eyes that hinted at being more than a man of force.
A dogtag hung from the neck of the man seated in chair six. Bandaged hands stroked navy colored hair in one, and a dagger in the other.
The seventh chair belonged to a fashionable young man. Gold hem lined a black suit, accenting his amethyst eyes and black hair. His demeanor appeared calm and collected, ready for whatever he was here for.
Seated in chair eight was a man who had the very obvious look of some kind of technician or doctor. His white lab coat matched his snow colored hair. His bright blue eyes gave away his excitement.
The final chair held a woman with long red hair. This ninth person had an aura of grace about her, but also some strange mix of anticipation and depression. Her slate grey eyes examined her new companions and the dull room they were seemingly trapped in.
A stagnant silence haunted the air around the eight individuals. It seemed that no one would come through the door anytime soon. It was only a matter of time before one of the seated spoke up. | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,347 | 175 | 1 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Cautiously Saffron tapped her wrist comp and accessed the information she had on her new colleagues. Having only arrived the night before and been given separate quarters from the rest, for obvious reasons, this was her first encounter with most of them. Other than Cmdr Riley, who'd conducted her integration interview a few weeks earlier the only information she had was the official reports and documents to which she'd been granted access after being accepted onto this programme.
Quickly she skimmed through the notes, trying to put faces to names as she glanced down the line. There were the three officers and three non-coms, not including herself. Along with that there was a civilian whose status seemed unconfirmed according to her files. Having read all she could from the sparse information at hand the newly warranted officer pulled up a holo of her wife, Yolanda. For a moment she let her mind wander back to the previous morning and smiled lovingly at the projected image before shutting the display down.
She wasn't entirely comfortable with her new rank. Technically she did still have seniority over half the men in the room, although she was unsure exactly where the good doctor fell in the chain of command as there was no rank listed for him in any of the data packets she'd received. Her own position felt just as unstable somehow, as though she were only here under sufferance and at the first misstep would be asked to leave, not that she wouldn't deserve it.
Obviously they'd been locked in this room for a reason though, and as only a non-com it wasn't her place to question orders, not anymore. Instead she sat to attention, her hands on her knees and back straight, awaiting those unquestionable orders as her mind drifted back to the warmth of the previous day. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,348 | 175 | 2 | 681 | 986 | Seth looked around at the room with his typical stoic face on, deciding to test his memory skills which were below average compared to his other mental capabilities. The man on his right was the leader; 2. After him was the heavy weapons expert; 3. Next after himself was 5, was, according to the dossier, the "unconventional warfare" specialist. So a guerilla. 6... That was the... Sniper. That was it. To the sniper's left was the team medic, then the Tech expert, then our... Female. Right.
Forgot there was a female in the team. Numbers and specialties don't convey gender, yet are the only means of getting accurate tactical data. Names mean nothing. Especially in millitary. All we are are numbers and/or ranks. We're here for their purposes. We do good, then we get a treat. It's the real life RTS game. With that, Seth saw no reason to sit at attention, so he leaned back comfortably in his chair as he sized everyone up to their dossier. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,349 | 175 | 3 | 1,542 | 359 | Today's the big day.
Scott carefully examined each soldier in the room, or more accurately, reexamined them. One by one he had previously met each of them, so he already knew much about his team. Despite this, a certain uneasiness loomed over him as if drawn vicariously from the others. Though he had gotten to know the seven of them, they had not gotten to know each other. The sight of them was something, alright; though most of them were about the same age, most everything else was different about them from their physique to their posture and even the clothes they wore. It was a hop-skip-and-yard away from the matching uniforms and robotic salutes of the infantry he usually dealt with. Nevertheless, Scott was still in charge. He had led entire divisions of forces against the JFA, but the question that remained to be seen was whether he could effectively lead a spec-ops group comprised of similarly skilled agents. There was only one way to find out, and no better time than now. Standing up and moving to the front of the room to face the rest of his team, he addressed them thus:
"Well, we should be hearing from Overwatch soon, but in the meantime we need to do something about... this." Scott gestured around the room with his hands, calling to attention the awkwardness that he knew they were well aware of. "It may be silly but we need to break the ice. The sooner we get to know each other the better off we'll be. Now, I hope you all remember me but in case you don't I'll go first. My name is Scott Riley, and I'm a former commander for the EMA's armed forces. Oh, that reminds me... you're past ranks mean nothing in this unit. Now, the chain of command is 'lowest number is in charge', which means I'm always in charge. Even if I'm not there. Don't get me wrong, there's no superiority complex going on here. If everyone does as I say then there won't be any problems, it's as simple as that. Beyond that, we are all equally important gears in this machine. You've each been selected for the same reason I have, so you already have my respect. Just try not to lose that respect."
After a short pause he realized that he had gone off topic. A short cough into his fist later and he retraced his steps. "Right then, I'm Sabre 02, my specialization is versatility in all fields of expertise, and I will be leading this team. I have a younger sister, both of my parents are dead and my brother died in the line of duty. I have no wife, nor will I ever if I stay here long enough to die first. I enjoy listening to music in my spare time, and my favorite color is red. I look forward to working with you." Pointing at the man who was sitting next to him in chair number 3, Scott declared, "You. Stand up, you're next." | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,350 | 175 | 4 | 1,380 | 1,423 | If you don't mind, Riley, I would like to speak next. The man seated in chair number eight rose and brushed his hair from his brow before stepping forward and pivoting towards his companions. He began to introduce himself without waiting for a response from Sabre02. "I'll have you know that I worked very hard for my doctorate, and will be referred to as such." He said to Riley. His determination turned to a smile as he twisted his torso towards the rest of the group."MY name is DOCTOR Cyprian Sigmund! You can all thank me for those little 'upgrades' Overwatch crammed into your bodies." He rose his fingers for air quotes, and let out a short laugh at the conclusion of his sentence. "Oh! And also for the specialized deployment suits that you will be receiving. Now then, I am Sabre zero-eight, and I will be serving as the brains for our team." He cracked a wide smile before pointing his finger out into the group. "Now, that doesn't mean I'll be sticking my nose into books all day, oh no no no. In addition to our deployments, I will be working tirelessly to improve our gear and other assets."
He placed his hands onto his hips with a satisfied "hmph," and looked around for a response. | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,351 | 175 | 5 | 1,977 | 626 | The lieutenant commander had been sitting still and silent for what seemed an eternity when Commander Scott stood up and started talking. Rory admired the man, a good leader; a natural leader. Dad would like him, he thought absently. His attention snapped back as the Doctor who had worked with Rory over the past few months began speaking. Rory liked him too-the Doctor had given him weapons and abilities that far surpassed anything he might be able to achieve on his own. This is good for your career.., he could hear his dad telling him...
"Right, then." Rory stood up as both commander Scott and the Doctor finished there introductions. "So I know the Doctor here and we all know the Commander." Rory paused;suddenly self conscious about addressing the group. He was by no means slight, even in the thin military greys he was wearing now, but he was not accustomed to speaking to groups of people he did not know.
"I don't know any of you-I don't think I do anyways. But my name is Rory Phayne and I'm a heavy weapons specialist. That's it. No fancy tricks or bouncing around behind enemy lines. Just put me in front of something and I'll make it gone-No questions asked. When were in the thick of it you can count on me to back you up."
I could tell you how I'm career military and my family has been for generations-but I think that's probably the case for most of us-Uh that's it. I look forward to working with you all." Rory, visibly sweating now sat down awkwardly and waited patiently for the next introduction. | Name: Rory Phayne
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Appearance: 6'0 ; 210lbs (95.25k) Brown hair, black eyes, carries himself with military rigidness
Personality: The son of Martian colonists and career military parents, Lt. Cmdr. Phayne holds himself to a high level of standards in professional and social circles. His contempt for the rebels is well known and he is outspoken about the validity of the EMAs war against the Jupiter Alliance. Bordering on zealousness, any criticism of the military behometh of the EMA is taken as near treason by Phayne. Phayne is above all loyal to the EMA and his comrades.
Biography: Born to high ranking military parents, Phaynes childhood was spent with tudors and teachers while his biological parents were deployed. Eager to please his parents, he joined the military immediately after graduation. Phaynes mother was killed after a terrorist attack on Martian soil and his father was reassigned to a top-secret project.
Phayne was deployed several times in the fight against the JFA and was drafted by the SABER project soon after he achieved the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Special Forces Branch of the Inter-Planetary Navy. Many ranking officials believe Phaynes father bribed the government to pick his son for the SABER project-but this is mere speculation.
Specializations: Phaynes tendency to join the thickest fighting and take orders without question were key in choosing his set of augmentations.
Natural Abilities:
Physical Strength and EnduranceKnowledge of Heavy Weapons and Small Arms tacticsKnowledge of small team tactics:Ship Infiltration;Special Complex Infiltration;Hostage Casualty Aversion;Classic Frontal Warfare;Classic Naval Warfare;
Augmentations
Muscular and Cardiovascular Enhancements for greater strength and enduranceNeural Numbing and Adrenaline calibration for sustained combat/stress reductionSynaptic Mapping for greater reaction times
SABER03
The S03 suit was designed and built specifically for Cmdr. Phaynes body and fighting style. Featuring energy shielding and extensive power cores, Phayne is a walking fortress. Although not as quick as his compatriots, once deployed, Phayne can bring to bear a large arsenal of firepower.
Shoulder mounted weapons like the Precision LAZ-341 'PinPrik' energy based cannon and the less formidable cluster-confuser C3LTR0P_11 cluster bomb dispenser are housed in a compartment on Phaynes back. All of these weapons can be detached and deployed to small hover spheres for additional support fire; although the power source is drained quickly. Weapons vary depending on the mission.
The shielding on the wrists and head were Phaynes idea. Utilizing a form of Star-Class Naval Shielding technology, a disc of energy shielding can be deployed for short bursts of time from nodes on Phaynes suit located at the wrist, knees and top of the head (in a more elipsical shape). These shields drain the suits power core quickly and can only be used for approximately 493 nanoseconds before powering down. Software in the suits data core tracks incoming fire, and suggests a suitable shielding pattern. The software will also cut the shielding before power terminates (which could result in a full suit failure)
The whole suit is designed to be used in action-under fire with most parts operated by a series of eye-blinks and facial twitches coded to Phaynes muscle memory so he can continue to fight when using other suit systems. |
6,352 | 175 | 6 | 681 | 986 | Seeing the trend forcing its way down the line, save for the doctor, Seth opted to get it over with. Once 03 finished his shpiel, Seth stood up, took off his hood and mask, and addressed the room, barely loud enough to fill the room with his voice, starting with an audible sigh. "Sabre-04. Seth Garron. Stealth-recon specialist. You have my dossier for further info." And with his introduction nothing less than short, precise, and included all the information needed, Seth sat back down in his relaxed posture.
Reviewing the other team members' introductions, the commander seemed to want this over with quickly as well. Could be dislike for this team or tension needing relief. Either way, the quiker these take place and end, the quicker we get to our new 'home'. What a waste of breath with personal information that we already have. But, when in Rome, do as they say.
The doctor seemed to want nothing more than recognition of his achievements. Bragging of at least one doctorate and having either overseen or created the augmentations and suits. Then there's 03, the Heavy. He seems to know a little about the previous two that had spoken. He seems like he'd do anything the commander says, regardless of morality or ethics. Interesting... | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,353 | 175 | 7 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Saffron was more confused than ever about this new setup, chain of command was based on their assigned squad numbers? In that case Sgt Garron outranked SSgt Grayeson rather than the other way around, and all three sergeants out ranked Lt Indar. Worst of all a civilian outranked her. Unable to hold back any longer she quickly raised her hand and glanced down the line of chairs towards her new CO.
"I'm sorry to speak out of turn Sir, but could I just clarify the chain of command? You said 'lowest number is in charge', does that go for all ranks?" She was sure she was making herself sound stupid, and the others already knew of her previous history with command, but if she really was to be treated as the junior amongst them she was certainly not going to let them make her inconsequential. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,354 | 175 | 8 | 899 | 318 | Jax sat in silence as he normally did. His knife in hand he was spinning that blade around. Catching it in his hand as he spun around once more as he let rolling it on the back of his hand and then turning it catching it. Though as he did this he wasn't even watching it. His eyes focused on a spot on the table in front of him. He had read all the dossiers he was given on all of them. Looking through his memory was sharp, he watched them all as they sat in uncomfortable silence, well uncomfortable for the rest of them. For himself, and he figured 04, silence was a friend. Used to working in the field by them selves, days, weeks of silence. One wrong sound and you were dead. You learned to be a mouse, a mouse with very big weapons.
02 stood up and started to speak, speaking to the others about how they needed to break the ice. He was right they were a team, but Jax would have the least amount of interaction with them, in and off the the field. As a sniper you learned to keep a distance a certain distance from people, he was always looking at people though a Scope. Though as long as every one did their job Jax didn't see any problems. he would socialize with them, get to know them. He would always keep that distance from them. He watched as the Doc stood up, out of turn, and started to speak. He was boasting it seemed, which was something that Jax didn't understand. He wasn't new to the SPEC OPs community, he had spent most of his career in black ops. You didn't talk about it, you didn't boast. There was a certain respect about such things. Snipers never asked each other numbers, black ops never asked about Ops. Distance it all came down to distance.
Soon enough things were back on tract. 03 stood up and started speaking. Though all of this he kept playing with his knife as his facial expression never changing as he listened to him speak. He was very direct and to the point, Jax Liked that. The one thing he noticed was that he was the only one with a call sign. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. His tags, said "Ghost Reaper" none of his field uniforms had name tapes. More then just nicknames Call signs kept real names out of it, during black Ops it was something that helped keep them safe as there Unofficial names meant that linking the soldier to the person was harder.
04 was next, it was short and sweet just as Jax expected. Next would be 05, but there was another interruption 09 stood up asking about rank. He personally felt like she deserved her spot. He read her record, she was volatile, acted with out thinking. People like that got others killed, she had gotten people killed. In his Black Ops world she wouldn't of lasted. Her little outburst only helped cement his opinion of her in his mind though. He spun his blade and caught it his eyes kept on that spot on the table as he expression had still yet to change. | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,355 | 175 | 9 | 1,542 | 359 | One by one the group introduced themselves. Somehow Scott knew that Dr. Sigmund would interject, that man almost couldn't get enough of himself. Arrogance can only take you so far in the social realm, but he knew that if he had even half of the qualifications the doctor had then he might be arrogant too. After the brief introduction, Sabre 03 Phayne stood up and did the same. The contrast was almost comical. Here was this hulking mountain of a man that could break several bones in each of our bodies if he really wanted to struggling to talk about himself. He was modest, and hard working. He would be a valuable asset to the team, as long as his empathy didn't cloud his judgement. Next in line was Sabre 04 Garron. Almost as if it was a contest, Garron made his introduction the shortest one yet. It is understandable that neither he nor Sabre 06 Orion would be much for talk, and Scott half expected them not to say anything at all since it was that hard just to interview them prior. Communication is a key component of any team however, and it was the leader's intent to make sure there were no obstacles preventing this. That includes during down time.
Then, all the way on the other side of the room, a marginally higher voice spoke up. Sabre 09 Bridges, arm raised and poised at attention, had asked a question. having already spoken to her before, Scott knew that socially there would be far fewer problems with her than there would be tactical problems. Hopefully after a few missions she would understand exactly what she had gotten into, and find her niche in the spec-ops environment. Answering her question, Scott replied, "I didn't mention anything about an ascending or descending order. I simply said 'lowest number is in charge'. I'm the lowest number, so I'm in charge. That's all there is to it. To put it another way, you are all on equal footing and take orders from me, unless I temporarily grant the power to give orders to someone to meet the circumstances." With a slight welcoming gesture of the hand, he continued, "Now, since we're having a conversation why don't you go next?" A faint smile formed across his face as he crossed his arms and waited for a response. | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,356 | 175 | 10 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Saffron frowned, shaken with inner doubts over her CO's proclamation. She'd always worked within the standard operational protocols as part of her previous assignments and the idea of not having clear communication channels shook her up a little. What should the squad do in combat if Cmdr Riley went down without assigning a deputy, who would take charge?
Taking a deep breath she pushed her doubts aside. This was no time to raise such concerns, with the squad gathered together, at best it would make her seem argumentative and petty and at worse it may undermine the Commander's authority. Besides she'd just been given an order.
Jumping to her feet the Warrant Officer snapped off a salute to her CO before standing to attention and with her eyes focusing in the middle distance she began to speak. "Warrant Officer class one Saffron Bridges reporting for duty, Sir." She began, unsure exactly what the team would need to hear that hadn't been included in her file, "Specialist training in close combat and tactical planning, Sir."
Having completed her breakdown Saffron fell silent, still standing to attention as she awaited a response. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
]
Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,357 | 175 | 11 | 1,542 | 359 | Still smiling, Scott spoke to Saffron. "That's good and all, but why don't you share something about yourself? You know, so we believe you're a real person and not an android. It doesn't have to be big or interesting, just something small to break the mold. Also, don't use your former rank unless you are specifically stating that you are no longer that rank. You're a Sabre now, not a Warrant Officer."
Scott was starting to have fun with this. The more awkward he made them feel now, the less there would be to deal with later. | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,358 | 175 | 12 | 2,192 | 1,228 | This man was really beginning to confuse Saffron, he wasn't anything like the commanding officers she'd dealt with in the past, and she wasn't sure exactly what she should do about that.
His comment about just being a Sabre now helped clarify things, in a way they were all just Privates now, equal and expendable. Only now Saffron began to wonder how they fitted into the wider military command structure. Were they a special division, like the Airbourne Cavalry, or simply support reserves?
Once again she tabled her questions for later and instead concentrated on the matter at hand. "To be frank Sir, I'm not a 'real person', I'm a soldier." She replied, her voice clipped and precise, "but if you really need to know more than I suppose I could just say that I'm quite a good cook." | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
]
Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,359 | 175 | 13 | 1,380 | 1,423 | Oh, don't say that, Cyprian interjected once again, still standing from his last speech. "Each one of us is the best there is in what we do. The very reason you're here is because of your unique skills. That's only something a 'real person' could pull-off." He swung his finger in a swiping motion to point at everyone in the room quickly. "That goes for all of you. I may be a cocky bastard, but I am very confident in all of you, and you can be sure that I will do my best to keep you all alive. I certainly hope that each of you feel the same way..." His finger dropped as his expression turned very serious. "The eight of us were hand picked out of millions of people. Our missions will not be easy, and 'normal' soldiers would most certainly die if they had to do what we will be doing. So keep your chins up, your minds clear, and shake off the antisocial tendencies. The seven people you see in this room will be your family for quite some time."
At the resolution of his rant, Cyprian sat on the table that had each Sabre's papers on them, pushing sheets out of his way as he sat down. He crossed his arms and examined his companions. | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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-Beta Stage: 7th, June, 4598
Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,360 | 175 | 14 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Realising that she'd been dismissed, or as close to being dismissed as she was likely to get in this loose-knit outfit, Saffron dropped back down into her seat. She was glad to get off her feet, the pain in her back from the surgery she'd undergone less than a week before was still causing her some difficulties, despite her excellent physical health otherwise.
Taking a moment to stretch her knees and arch her spine, Saffron quickly dropped back into her seated attention, enduring the discomfort she was feeling as she look up at the CO. It was quite an inspiring little speech, and she recognised it from one of the many she'd been taught back at the Academy.
Hopefully this would all be over soon and they could get on with whatever it was the lucky eight had been selected for. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
]
Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,361 | 175 | 15 | 681 | 986 | Family... The word seemed alien to Seth. The man using the word talked of "antisocial behavior", which wasn't the case. Is there a problem with not seeing the point in talking? I'm just not used to needing a voice. I'm a soldier. A number. No matter what this commander says. I will have my assignment. I do it, and I get out. No need to talk, except for updating the handler or remote base about my situation. Why is that so hard? Seth took some mental notes about the others:
- The sixth chair's owner has yet to speak, change his line of sight, or look at anyone. Seemed like-minded about talking.
- Commander is trying to force everyone to talk, maybe even to the point of forcing awkwarness. Check back on his motivations.
- 09, Bridges, is concerned about chain of command. And looks attractive.
- The Mad Doctor is overqualified in intellect, yet seems to lack physical qualifications. He is supposed to be tagging along in missions, presumedly.
Seth stifles a sigh. Great. We're a rag-tag group of qualified soldiers. We sound like the start of some war video game... | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,362 | 175 | 16 | 899 | 318 | Jax kept playing with his Knife. He was less rigid then the rest as even though he never looked he saw everything. Things were less formal in Spec ops, chain of command less clear. They didn't answer to a unit but usually higher. In truth Jax never knew who gave him missions, just a mission would come down,there squad leader would brief and they were off. Occasionally they would be approached as individuals and giving missions. Jax him self having to do this several times. Every one was speaking, talking about this and that. 09 was talking bout how she was a soldier and not a "real person". She almost sounded like she came right out of boot. The doctor was talking next as it was getting obvious who the personalities in the group was. There was always a few, people who stood out more then others. Jax him self never much saw a problem with this, it simply wasn't him.
As a moment of silence fell over he kept playing with his knife. He would let the others keep carrying on, this briefing wasn't going to until every one was finished saying there piece and Jax was a very patient person. He decided to take this moment to let speak so they weren't waiting on him. Catching his knife he stopped playing with it for a bit "Sabre 06, Jax Orion. Call sign Ghost Reaper, Sniper" he spoke very straight forward and deliberate, just loud enough for those in the room to hear him. | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,363 | 175 | 17 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Saf smiled to herself as she heard Sgt Orion's introduction. He reminder her of other snipers she'd worked with in the past, the successful ones at least. It took a certain mindset to be able to sit in place, sometimes for days at a time, waiting for that perfect moment to take the shot and Sgt Orion seemed to fit the model perfectly. He'd be a good asset for the team.
It took a moment for Saf to realise she was still making the same mistake in her thinking, calling her colleagues by their old ranks. She'd have to learn to call them Sabres, was she was too. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,364 | 175 | 18 | 1,977 | 626 | As the Sabres introduced themselves, Rory remained quiet. He could feel tension in the air but in a good way. It was the same feeling Phayne got before a mission-prickly skin and clarity of mind. Phayne relaxed and let the others speak, but soon grew anxious. ..don't they know there is a war on? And we're losing?.. he thought, immediately scolding himself....of course they do. These are the best the military can muster. This is all going somewhere... | Name: Rory Phayne
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Appearance: 6'0 ; 210lbs (95.25k) Brown hair, black eyes, carries himself with military rigidness
Personality: The son of Martian colonists and career military parents, Lt. Cmdr. Phayne holds himself to a high level of standards in professional and social circles. His contempt for the rebels is well known and he is outspoken about the validity of the EMAs war against the Jupiter Alliance. Bordering on zealousness, any criticism of the military behometh of the EMA is taken as near treason by Phayne. Phayne is above all loyal to the EMA and his comrades.
Biography: Born to high ranking military parents, Phaynes childhood was spent with tudors and teachers while his biological parents were deployed. Eager to please his parents, he joined the military immediately after graduation. Phaynes mother was killed after a terrorist attack on Martian soil and his father was reassigned to a top-secret project.
Phayne was deployed several times in the fight against the JFA and was drafted by the SABER project soon after he achieved the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Special Forces Branch of the Inter-Planetary Navy. Many ranking officials believe Phaynes father bribed the government to pick his son for the SABER project-but this is mere speculation.
Specializations: Phaynes tendency to join the thickest fighting and take orders without question were key in choosing his set of augmentations.
Natural Abilities:
Physical Strength and EnduranceKnowledge of Heavy Weapons and Small Arms tacticsKnowledge of small team tactics:Ship Infiltration;Special Complex Infiltration;Hostage Casualty Aversion;Classic Frontal Warfare;Classic Naval Warfare;
Augmentations
Muscular and Cardiovascular Enhancements for greater strength and enduranceNeural Numbing and Adrenaline calibration for sustained combat/stress reductionSynaptic Mapping for greater reaction times
SABER03
The S03 suit was designed and built specifically for Cmdr. Phaynes body and fighting style. Featuring energy shielding and extensive power cores, Phayne is a walking fortress. Although not as quick as his compatriots, once deployed, Phayne can bring to bear a large arsenal of firepower.
Shoulder mounted weapons like the Precision LAZ-341 'PinPrik' energy based cannon and the less formidable cluster-confuser C3LTR0P_11 cluster bomb dispenser are housed in a compartment on Phaynes back. All of these weapons can be detached and deployed to small hover spheres for additional support fire; although the power source is drained quickly. Weapons vary depending on the mission.
The shielding on the wrists and head were Phaynes idea. Utilizing a form of Star-Class Naval Shielding technology, a disc of energy shielding can be deployed for short bursts of time from nodes on Phaynes suit located at the wrist, knees and top of the head (in a more elipsical shape). These shields drain the suits power core quickly and can only be used for approximately 493 nanoseconds before powering down. Software in the suits data core tracks incoming fire, and suggests a suitable shielding pattern. The software will also cut the shielding before power terminates (which could result in a full suit failure)
The whole suit is designed to be used in action-under fire with most parts operated by a series of eye-blinks and facial twitches coded to Phaynes muscle memory so he can continue to fight when using other suit systems. |
6,365 | 175 | 19 | 681 | 986 | The corner of Seth's mouth moved up when he heard 06's intro. His suspicion of the like-mindedness on talking was confirmed. Only speaking when necessary and only what is necessary. The sniper chose his moment to speak as he probably chose when to shoot, using nothing less than the perfect timing. There was sizable silence before he spoke, then silence fell again afterwards. Sweet silence. It's the only time I can truly think to myself. This is nice, even though they're making their own tension at this point, it's interestng to see how they do with social tension.
Heavy, 03, seems to... enjoy it? It's not like we're awaiting deployment to shoot down dozens of foreigners or federal enemies. Seth's focus on 03's reaction unintentionally forced his face into what would appear to be a scowl or glare. It's simply Seth's anylitical face, but it has before been seen as a glare or, in more common terms, a bitch face.
Regardless, Seth still identifies with 06 closest since they both have a liking to silence unless it's absolutely necessary to speak. In recon training, Seth learned to only speak in whispers at most, and that's only if he needed to relay information to his handler that couldn't be given through other means of communication to the observing recon team. Since he spent a few years in the recon "business", Seth learned to keep quiet. It may also have to do with not having used his creative half of his brain since elementary school, but that has yet to be proven. Well, to a definitive point. It's been theorized by all the psychologists he's been examined by, but there's no concrete evidence. Yet. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,366 | 175 | 20 | 1,680 | 46 | After the quiet man sitting next to him finished his introduction, Jackson stood up, pushing the chair back a small distance. He cleared his throat, ready to introduce himself. "Hi, my name is Jackson Indar, Sabre 07, and I guess ex-Lieutenant. I'm the combat medic, as they say. I'll be keeping you guys alive in the heat of battle" He said, nodding his head slightly as he said his name. Everyone probably already knew that, but it didn't hurt to reiterate it. He sat back down and looked around at the other faces in the room. The dossier he had gotten about the other Sabres had been fairly accurate so far. 04 and 06 were very quiet, saying next to nothing for their introductions. 08 had surprised him by interjecting and boasting, but even the brief list of his accolades attached to the dossier were incredibly impressive for one man. Jackson adjusted his collar, making sure that it was straight enough. "Uh, so is that everyone then?" Jackson asked no one in particular. | Name: Jackson Indar
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jackson is a loyal and trustworthy soldier, following all commands given to him by superiors and peers. He is also intelligent and flexible, able to facilitate multiple commands and objectives at one time. He can be stubborn at times, always believing that he can save everyone. He can occasionally have a short-temper, snapping out at anything that annoys him. But if he hurts someone on his team or someone he cares for, because of his temper or not, he is quick to apologise and make up for his transgressions. He easily forgives people, but only once. Jackson is a doing person, prefering to create and execute plans then tell people how to do the plan and sit back. He also dislikes bureaucracy and logistics. Doing is more important than saying to Jackson.
Biography: Born and raised on the Mars colony, Jackson was born to be in the army. He was loyal and followed orders to a T. His parents did all that they could to give him a good education and upbringing, and deed he wishes to repay. He enlisted to join the millitary the moment he was old enough and showed extreme proficiency with any firearm he wielded. His fellow soldiers all respected him and admired him. Jackson was in a great place in life. He had gotten a promotion from Officer Cadet to Lieutenant and wanted nothing other than for his effort to mean something. If he could leave a mark on this world, no matter how small, he would be happy.
Higher ups in the army began observing Jackson during training exercises. Jackson couldn't remember when they first began showing up, but they would always observe Jackson during firing drills and physical exercises, scribbling notes down on their clipboards. They gave Jackson the shivers, but he payed no mind first. Obviously they would want to see how their soldiers are doing, right? But Jackson became more suspicious as time went on, always seeing them with their tablets and their clipboards. Then, at the end of a private firing drill, he was approached by a scientist and two men in suits. They simply asked him to come with them. After travelling through a maze-like facility, he was briefed on the Sabre initiative and that he had been chosen as the 7th Sabre. They told him about how he could become an ultimate soldier, selling Jackson imediately. The augmentations went without a hitch.
Specializations:
Skills:
-Small-arms training
-Advanced first-aid
-Battle tactics
-Three different Earth languages (French, German and Mandarin Chinese)
Augmentations:
Jacksons' body, skin and organs contains countless microscopic nanites who passively increase the ouput of organs and muscles and allow him several different abilities. Everything requires a certain amount of time to pass before they can be used again. These are also taxing on Jackson and cause pain when used too often.
-Nanite Overshield: Jackson can use the nanites in his skin and flesh to increase small arms resistance for a short time.
-Nano-Regen Device: For a short time, Jackson can use medical nanites to heal him and remove bullets imbedded in him. Also has a small radius that slowly heals teammates inside the radius (about two metres in diameter).
-Nanite Fabrication: Jackson can use metalic objects to both synthesize nanites and use nanites to synthesize other objects (eg Ammo). This ability is particularly dangerous and can cause excruciating pain and even permanent defects, such as desensitization in his fingers and arms.
-Nanite Respiration: Does what it says on the box, helps him breath in low oxygen environments.
-Jetpack: Jacksons' suit is also equipped with a jump jet system in a pack on his back. It slowly synthesises its' own fuel if left alone for a while, but can also be manually refilled.
(I don't know how balanced he is, so if you want me to change something, just say so) |
6,367 | 175 | 21 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Uh, so is that everyone then?
"Everyone other than 'Overwatch'." Saf responded, speaking before she even realised the words were coming out of her mouth. Quickly snapping her jaw shut she stiffened her pose, hoping that speaking out of turn wouldn't cause any problems.
The medic had seemed... nice, she supposed. A little unsure of himself maybe, but if his file was anything to go by then he was at least proficient in his craft. Saffron tended not to like having too many medics around, it made troops take dangerous risks if they thought there was someone who'd just patch them up after every fight available at the drop of a hat, but for some reason she felt reassured to know that the squad would have the support of an experienced field medic along for the ride. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,368 | 175 | 22 | 1,977 | 626 | I'm sure Overwatch is observing right now ma'am. I suggest you show a little patience-an respect for authority....ma'am. Phayne interjected suddenly his strict adherence to the rules and command broken by Saffrons neglect of it. He had wanted to say more but his manners got the better of it. | Name: Rory Phayne
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Appearance: 6'0 ; 210lbs (95.25k) Brown hair, black eyes, carries himself with military rigidness
Personality: The son of Martian colonists and career military parents, Lt. Cmdr. Phayne holds himself to a high level of standards in professional and social circles. His contempt for the rebels is well known and he is outspoken about the validity of the EMAs war against the Jupiter Alliance. Bordering on zealousness, any criticism of the military behometh of the EMA is taken as near treason by Phayne. Phayne is above all loyal to the EMA and his comrades.
Biography: Born to high ranking military parents, Phaynes childhood was spent with tudors and teachers while his biological parents were deployed. Eager to please his parents, he joined the military immediately after graduation. Phaynes mother was killed after a terrorist attack on Martian soil and his father was reassigned to a top-secret project.
Phayne was deployed several times in the fight against the JFA and was drafted by the SABER project soon after he achieved the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Special Forces Branch of the Inter-Planetary Navy. Many ranking officials believe Phaynes father bribed the government to pick his son for the SABER project-but this is mere speculation.
Specializations: Phaynes tendency to join the thickest fighting and take orders without question were key in choosing his set of augmentations.
Natural Abilities:
Physical Strength and EnduranceKnowledge of Heavy Weapons and Small Arms tacticsKnowledge of small team tactics:Ship Infiltration;Special Complex Infiltration;Hostage Casualty Aversion;Classic Frontal Warfare;Classic Naval Warfare;
Augmentations
Muscular and Cardiovascular Enhancements for greater strength and enduranceNeural Numbing and Adrenaline calibration for sustained combat/stress reductionSynaptic Mapping for greater reaction times
SABER03
The S03 suit was designed and built specifically for Cmdr. Phaynes body and fighting style. Featuring energy shielding and extensive power cores, Phayne is a walking fortress. Although not as quick as his compatriots, once deployed, Phayne can bring to bear a large arsenal of firepower.
Shoulder mounted weapons like the Precision LAZ-341 'PinPrik' energy based cannon and the less formidable cluster-confuser C3LTR0P_11 cluster bomb dispenser are housed in a compartment on Phaynes back. All of these weapons can be detached and deployed to small hover spheres for additional support fire; although the power source is drained quickly. Weapons vary depending on the mission.
The shielding on the wrists and head were Phaynes idea. Utilizing a form of Star-Class Naval Shielding technology, a disc of energy shielding can be deployed for short bursts of time from nodes on Phaynes suit located at the wrist, knees and top of the head (in a more elipsical shape). These shields drain the suits power core quickly and can only be used for approximately 493 nanoseconds before powering down. Software in the suits data core tracks incoming fire, and suggests a suitable shielding pattern. The software will also cut the shielding before power terminates (which could result in a full suit failure)
The whole suit is designed to be used in action-under fire with most parts operated by a series of eye-blinks and facial twitches coded to Phaynes muscle memory so he can continue to fight when using other suit systems. |
6,369 | 175 | 23 | 1,380 | 1,423 | You are correct, Zero-Three. A ninth voice suddenly filled the room around the new companions, it was deep and somewhat raspy, but carried weight with each word. After a moment, the monitor embedded in the wall lit up to reveal the image of a man's head and shoulders. The black suit he wore contrasted heavily against his graying hair, but these colors were moderated by the dark-silver rims of his rectangular glasses, which rested a bit too low on the bridge of his nose. The man remedied this issue by pushing the glasses up to their proper position. He blinked through the glasses with his dulled hazel eyes before speaking again.
"Welcome, Sabres. For those of you who are unaware, I am Overwatch. Think of me as your mission director. Your operations will be briefed by me, and I will be the one you call in to when you are on the field."
"Greetings, sir!" Cyprian quickly dismounted the table and turned to face the screen, throwing his hand up to a salute.
"Yes, hello Zero-Eight." Overwatch nodded at the doctor's excitement, and then proceeded. "As I was saying. Such obligations are the very reason for the presence of both myself and the eight of you. Your first mission." | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,370 | 175 | 24 | 681 | 986 | Seth lifted an eyebrow at the appearance of the man who called himself 'Overwatch'. Codename, most likely. Seems like there won't be a handler past communication with 02. The Doctor seems quite enthused by Overwatch's presence. After that thought, he accidentally used the facial gesture that activated his 70% night vision, temporarily blinding him. The initial change in brightness made him jerk his head back, gesturing the night vision off again, he blinked a few times before leaning forward, chin-on-hands position, looking to Overwatch as he continued.
So, we're already being sent on a mission? No team prep, no induction training? Just drop us off somewhere and give us a pat on the back and a 'good luck'? That's quite odd for any task force, military, government, or otherwise. Note to reflect on later: what was the point of this room and the delay in Overwatch addressing us? He could have just started talking once we were all seated. This contradicts mission briefing logic, along with the lack of training/prep before our first mission. Conclusion so far: nothing is done according to logic or military protocol. Most likely here under federal request. Still no explanation as to why such a small team is needed. I'll research that later. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
>> Done
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,371 | 175 | 25 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Fidgeting in her seat Saf began to really worry about this new assignment. A loose-knit group of specialists working for someone who refused to even properly identify themselves to their subordinates screamed black ops, and whenever they were involved the mission was sure to be something morally questionable. She hadn't even been given an explanation for the invasive surgeries she'd been forced to undergo before accepting this posting.
Quickly glancing at the doctor sitting next to her Saf reached down and tapped her wristcomp, activating its video record function. If these people were upto something questionable she wanted to make sure they didn't leave her out to dry once the work was done. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,372 | 175 | 26 | 899 | 318 | Jax was un-phased by the man appearing on the screen as he finally looked up moving his head toward the screen. To him none of this was new, missions with very little prep time or briefing. Though something caught his eye. He looked over to 09 as she reached down and he rose an eye brow. Jax was very perceptive, it was one of the things that made him such a good sniper. Looking down he saw her wrist device turning on. That made his brow furrow as he looked at her, "you" He looked at her pointing his knife at her "off" His knife moved to point down at her wrist. His tone was very serious as he wouldn't let anything compromise him, or his team.
Very little of any of Jax's operations were recorded. Most of his record simply has operations he was a part of, what he did and his contributions were all classified at the highest levels. Anonymity was the name of the game. Once on mission, they no longer existed. The idea of being recorded bothered him as there would be a record of involvement. He wasn't about to change things now. It should be slightly obvious that he was black ops. His out of regs hair style for one, his slack wear of his uniform, and the fact that he wore no rank or insignia, only a name tape that said "Ghost Reaper" | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,373 | 175 | 27 | 681 | 986 | Seth heard the voice least heard, from 06. Looking over, the sniper had caught 09 trying to record using her wrist device. Noting the keen eye sight of the Sabre unit with 'Ghost Reaper' taped on his uniform, he also took note of how demilitarized the sniper was. Must be federally employed or highly classified missions. I'll keep an eye out since he also talks short and precicely. Seth wasn't exactly in uniform, but he wasn't specified to, so he dressed commonly. Especially since previous branches, ranks, and titles were basically expunged.
At this point, Seth just wanted to get on with this briefing and get the mission. Since he was stealth-recon, he figured he'd be going in, getting info that wasn't locked down before the rest of them come in and kill every being that stands in their way. It's almost an art sneaking past opposing soldiers, knocking one out to "borrow" a uniform and identification, and getting everything possible with those credentials. Or, in the higher security areas, sneaking past everyone, slipping into a room by following somebody, and plugging in a USB worm host into a server room. It was a mental challenge to get into places that Seth couldn't get from any video game, board game, or personal challenge. Mental challenges is the one reason Seth stuck with the reconnaissance squad he was placed in. He could almost make it a game. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,374 | 175 | 28 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Looking over at the former sergeant Saf was unimpressed with his passive threat and placed her hand onto her sidearm. "No," She answered back levelly, mimicking the longarm's tone.
As it had already been made clear to her there was no rank here and he had no right to make demands of her, and unless he wanted to actually try and force her to do what he said she most certainly wasn't going to, especially not at knifepoint. She'd read Sgt Orion's file, and knew he was a skilled sniper and expert in stealth operations, but she was the close combat expert here and in the close confines of the briefing room she had the advantage. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,375 | 175 | 29 | 1,680 | 46 | Jackson put a hand on both Jax's knife hand and Saffrons' sidearm holster, motioning for them to stop. "Calm down, both of you. I won't have the first injury here in the briefing room, m'kay? We're a team now, remember?" Jackson attempted to defuse the tense situation. Teamwork would be what would make or break them, and distrust between them would surely be the death of them. He was just glad he could heal minor wounds without any tools, using his nanites. If the two did attack each other, he could at least heal them, like he said he would. Let's just hope it doesn't get to that. | Name: Jackson Indar
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jackson is a loyal and trustworthy soldier, following all commands given to him by superiors and peers. He is also intelligent and flexible, able to facilitate multiple commands and objectives at one time. He can be stubborn at times, always believing that he can save everyone. He can occasionally have a short-temper, snapping out at anything that annoys him. But if he hurts someone on his team or someone he cares for, because of his temper or not, he is quick to apologise and make up for his transgressions. He easily forgives people, but only once. Jackson is a doing person, prefering to create and execute plans then tell people how to do the plan and sit back. He also dislikes bureaucracy and logistics. Doing is more important than saying to Jackson.
Biography: Born and raised on the Mars colony, Jackson was born to be in the army. He was loyal and followed orders to a T. His parents did all that they could to give him a good education and upbringing, and deed he wishes to repay. He enlisted to join the millitary the moment he was old enough and showed extreme proficiency with any firearm he wielded. His fellow soldiers all respected him and admired him. Jackson was in a great place in life. He had gotten a promotion from Officer Cadet to Lieutenant and wanted nothing other than for his effort to mean something. If he could leave a mark on this world, no matter how small, he would be happy.
Higher ups in the army began observing Jackson during training exercises. Jackson couldn't remember when they first began showing up, but they would always observe Jackson during firing drills and physical exercises, scribbling notes down on their clipboards. They gave Jackson the shivers, but he payed no mind first. Obviously they would want to see how their soldiers are doing, right? But Jackson became more suspicious as time went on, always seeing them with their tablets and their clipboards. Then, at the end of a private firing drill, he was approached by a scientist and two men in suits. They simply asked him to come with them. After travelling through a maze-like facility, he was briefed on the Sabre initiative and that he had been chosen as the 7th Sabre. They told him about how he could become an ultimate soldier, selling Jackson imediately. The augmentations went without a hitch.
Specializations:
Skills:
-Small-arms training
-Advanced first-aid
-Battle tactics
-Three different Earth languages (French, German and Mandarin Chinese)
Augmentations:
Jacksons' body, skin and organs contains countless microscopic nanites who passively increase the ouput of organs and muscles and allow him several different abilities. Everything requires a certain amount of time to pass before they can be used again. These are also taxing on Jackson and cause pain when used too often.
-Nanite Overshield: Jackson can use the nanites in his skin and flesh to increase small arms resistance for a short time.
-Nano-Regen Device: For a short time, Jackson can use medical nanites to heal him and remove bullets imbedded in him. Also has a small radius that slowly heals teammates inside the radius (about two metres in diameter).
-Nanite Fabrication: Jackson can use metalic objects to both synthesize nanites and use nanites to synthesize other objects (eg Ammo). This ability is particularly dangerous and can cause excruciating pain and even permanent defects, such as desensitization in his fingers and arms.
-Nanite Respiration: Does what it says on the box, helps him breath in low oxygen environments.
-Jetpack: Jacksons' suit is also equipped with a jump jet system in a pack on his back. It slowly synthesises its' own fuel if left alone for a while, but can also be manually refilled.
(I don't know how balanced he is, so if you want me to change something, just say so) |
6,376 | 175 | 30 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Slowly relaxing Saf slipped his pistol back into the holster and lifted her hand away, holding it up to show she meant no harm. All the while her eyes remained fixed on the sniper, unwavering and ready should he make any hostile move.
Finally her eyes broke away from Sgt Orion and moved over to the screen. "I'm getting tired of all this bullshit," She said, her tone obviously riled, "I was told this was a military operation, but so far all I've seen is wasted time and pointless theatrics. If you have a mission for us then give us the intel and send us on our way. If not, let us get back to our duties." | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,377 | 175 | 31 | 899 | 318 | Jax watched as Saf put her hand on her side arm. He waited for her to make a move, they were both experts in hand to hand combat, hell everyone in the room probably was, But she specialized in it. But she was brash and aggressive, tended to act before thinking. These were things he could take advantage of, these were also things you didn't want in a black operative. Though he felt the Docs hands on his own as he lowered his knife, but kept his eyes on saf. His own posture never changed, he was still sitting in a relaxed state as he flipped and spun his knife around once more. Looking at her, she had another outburst. In Jax's eyes she was quickly becoming the biggest liability.
In the field this spat wouldn't effect Jax, he had team mates that he didn't get along with before. Once on the field though mission took priority. Jax had learned to separate himself, Jax became Ghost. Her he wasn't so sure about, she seemed to controlled by emotion. He turned his head over to the screen once more as he pushed everything down. Right not it didn't really matter, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be watching her closely in the field to see how she act.s | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,378 | 175 | 32 | 681 | 986 | With all of these volatile emotions flaring up, at least in 09 and 07, Seth thought that trying to reason these motions down would be the most effective way to move forward, since apparently this group isn't a one-time thing. "Oh-Nine. This isn't standard military op. It's closer to a black op, which is still military. That would mean discretion is key. If we don't succeed, we have nobody to turn to. It's just us, meaning team cohesion is also key. All of us are very different and we should be trusting of each other, and our mission director, as this won't be our last mission together, I presume." Seth read her dossier. He knew she had trust issues. Trying to reason trust from her seemed like the most efficient way to make her trust someone.
"He'll give us the information we need, then we carry out the mission. Nothing else needs to be done. A recording isn't necessary unless you're just forgetful. Even then, seven others will have heard the same knowledge and can repeat it to you if you do forget." Using a disguised insult would help at least take her focus off of the recording itself and, if it worked, she'd be angry at him for insulting her memory. Once finished, Seth maintained eye contact with 09, awaiting her response. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,379 | 175 | 33 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Saf nodded her head towards Sgt Garron, acknowledging his words if not heeding them. The non-com obviously had little in the way of actual battle command and his blatant attempts at psychological manipulation were as clear to her as they had been during her numerous psychological evaluations. He was trying to smooth the waters though, even if a little hamfistedly, and she appreciated his attempt.
Now if everyone would just get to the point and explain why it was she'd been cut open and tortured for days she could get the show on the road and actually put her suffering to good use. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,380 | 175 | 34 | 1,542 | 359 | Watching as the first arguments already began, Scott couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, you'll all have plenty of time to get your irks and quirks out of your system en-route to our mission. But for now, I would like to remind you all that we're in the presence of Overwatch, and as such you should all be on your best behavior." He waited a moment in silence, making sure everyone understood him. Turning in place to face the monitor, he rubbed his chin briefly and said, "My apologies, sir. please continue." | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,381 | 175 | 35 | 1,380 | 1,423 | Thank you, Zero-Two. Now, I'm sorry to burst your bubbles, but this first assignment will not be on the field. This will be an exercise of sorts. It would be a grave mistake so send you out against the JFA without getting used to your new augmentations, equipment, and team-mates. Overwatch adjusted his glasses again and fixed his gaze on Cyprian. "Zero-Eight. Have you relocated the SDS's to designation Alpha Twenty-Three Foxtrot?"
"Affirmative, sir. Models Zero-Two and Zero-Eight are test confirmed, and the other six models are fully functional and ready for testing." Cyprian responded in a normal tone, a method of speech new to his allies.
"Very good. Zero-Two, lead your team to Alpha Twenty-Three Foxtrot, and have them suit up. Even though you and Zero-Eight are confirmed, I want you to partake in this assignment again." | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,382 | 175 | 36 | 681 | 986 | Seth's attention was brought back to Oh-Two talking about this sort of banter being done en route. This shouldn't continue past this room. En route should be spent strategizing an briefing of any sort that 02 can do. If we bicker en route, we'll surely bicker on the battlefield. Well, this time it would be on a training field of some sort. At least there's some soundness in their strategy, having us tested with these SMS's before being sent into a real firefight. Alpha Twenty-Three Foxtrot... A23F. It might help to remember that. My memory might become faulty before the time of its relevance... Someone should be able to remember.
Once Overwatch had finished giving orders, Seth stood up and absent-mindedly saluted the figure on the screen, wobbling a bit as he stood up, still getting used to the bottoms of his feet not giving off any feeling, which forced Seth to calculate his balance by means other than his foot bottoms. Once he readjusted his balance, he turned to Oh-Two and made an 'after you' motion towards the door, ready to leave and finally have the mental challenge he'd been craving since arriving at the facility. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,383 | 175 | 37 | 1,542 | 359 | Yes, sir Scott said to the monitor with a short salute. With that, the monitor powered down and a click could be heard from the door as it unlocked electronically. "Alright everyone, enough waiting around. Follow me."
Leaving the room, there was a hallway spanning left-to-right. Once everyone was outside, Scott lead the group down the hall to the left. The facility they were currently located in was on Earth, and as such there was a certain high-class aesthetic about the building. Hardly any dust on the floors, the walls and ceiling free of marks or dents. After about three minutes of walking they stopped in front of a large gate. This was an elevator shaft, meant to be used by whole platoons and possibly even fit a small vehicle. As he called the elevator to the current floor, a low whirring sound came from below. It seemed like an eternity before the elevator finally reached the current floor. The gates opened, and Scott stepped onto the large platform which echoed a hollow metallic sound beneath his boots. "Everyone, please step onto the platform. We're heading down. Doc, you can take it from here." | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,384 | 175 | 38 | 899 | 318 | Jax sat in his chair as he stopped playing with his knife and soon returned it to the sheath on his belt. He waited for every member of the team to stand up and move out of the room before he finally fallowed suit. He was used to bringing up the rear, so it felt most familiar to him even in simple situations like this. Keeping a few steps back he fallowed everyone along the hallway. He looked around as he did as well. The building was so, clean and proper. He honestly hadn't seen anything like it in a very long time. Most of the time operating out of a ship or station, going to places that were even less well maintained some times. That was the nature of the beast though. Everyone on earth had power and money, it makes since that every thing is well maintained. Soon enough though they arrived at the elevator shaft. He kept to hime self and observed the others, watching them as they waited.
After time seemed to pass by slower waiting on the elevator, but finally it arrived. Moving he leaned against the railings on the side of it. Even the rails on this fright elevator was sturdy. He'd been on some elevators that you doubted would make it the floor you wanted, and it was miracle when you did. Reaching up he pushed just underneath this left ear. The cybernetics in his eyes coming to life. Soon every one was highlighted and there names and saber numbers were shown. It even showed life signs. He assumed these were readings from there own IFFs. He decided to leave him active, as the elevator came to life and they were soon on there way to retrieve equipment. | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,385 | 175 | 39 | 2,192 | 1,228 | Saf could feel Sgt Orion walking behind her and it made her spine itch even more than the jack ports which had been installed down her back. She didn't trust him, and even though knew that when they were out in the field he would be watching over her she needed some kind of assurance he wouldn't be saving a round for her.
Hanging back from the rest of the group slightly she took her chance as they waited for the elevator to turn on her new teammate with what she hoped was a friendly smile.
"We good?" She asked, her tone level and precise. She'd noticed he didn't like talking much, so she kept her question as brief as she could. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,386 | 175 | 40 | 681 | 986 | Seth raised his eyebrows at 09's question of her status with 06. Hmm... Her speech style has adapted to 06's speech patterns. She's not showing any emotion. Short, clipped sentence. She must be worried that a highly trained sniper would keep a grudge against his own teammate. Highly unlikely, since in combat, this team has greater things to think about than a tiff that occurred off the battlefield. His attire assumes that he's either been off duty for an extended period of time or he is either in or has recently been in highly secretive military/federal operations. The latter is most likely, since we're called 'the best of the best'. This leads to the assumption that 06 would not be motivated to assault, let alone kill, a member of his squad purely for a spat. Especially since it has the possibility of jeopardizing an operation.
Once he got on the elevator with the others, Seth shifted his eyes over to 06 for a response. Meanwhile, he takes notes and makes predictions.
-Calculation: 06 will use two or less words, including a slight nod of the head. Thus, 09 will either nod in response, if she continues this personality adaptation of 06, or she will smile and thank him, if she reverts to her own personality, originally exhibited in the briefing room.
-Observation: 09 seems to be trying to get on people's 'good side', at least since her spat with 06.
-Note: no biases or initial connotations should be used when speaking to 09 to avoid possible misinterpretations or aggravations. Trust, and possibly inferiority, issues have been causing extreme emotional bursts. Volatility could be a weakness. Or, redirected, can be a possible distraction method against enemy units. Hm... With the last two mental sentences, Seth contemplates the thought of 09 being used as a one-(wo)man distraction battalion. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,387 | 175 | 41 | 1,380 | 1,423 | I certainly hope so, Zero-Nine. This will be a long ride. Cyprian answered Saffron's question, though it was directed at another. His tone returned to its bright and cheery attitude and stood out against hers. The elevator was one of industrial use, all eight occupants easily fit inside with plenty of room to spare. It was these kinds of lifts that would transport heavy machinery to different levels of the the structure. Cyprian selected the desired floor, and the lift lurched into motion.
The lift's decent caused those inside to feel lighter in weight. In reality, the falling platform reduces the "normal force" that pushes against the people standing on it, since the object applying the force is moving away from the object that the force is being applied to. It is actually this normal force that is felt by a person standing on a surface. Therefore, the apparent gravitational force felt by those on the moving platform is reduced.
Cyprian was very close to explaining all of this on the way down, were it not for the beautiful scenery that made itself visible through windows that would periodically flash past the elevator. Looking outside, Cyprian and anyone else who looked saw the starry backdrop of deep space shimmering behind beacons of light that marked the presence of satellite structures. The bright sun light peaked from around a massive body that covered almost all of the field of vision downward. Peering down, one could see white clouds swirling and streaking across vibrant blue oceans, and green masses of land. Off to the side was a grey sphere far off in the distance. Only the lower half of this sphere was illuminated.
"Ahhhh... Earth truly is a magnificent sight, isn't she?" Cyprian held his head in his hands as he pressed his face against the window, a bit too eager to take in the view as the party descended closer and closer towards the planet's surface. | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,388 | 175 | 42 | 2,192 | 1,228 | As she watched the starscape slide past the viewport Saf couldn't help but be taken aback. SHe'd seen the station when she'd arrived, but the passenger shuttle had had its back to Earth and so all she'd seen were the stark metal columns and support braces holding the structure together, something she'd seen hundreds of times before during her military career. The sheer overwhelming beauty of the Earth took her breath away every time she saw it though and today was no exception.
It was good to have such an obvious reminder of exactly what they were fighting for, especially before what was sure to turn out to be a very dangerous mission. Tearing her eyes away from the blue pearl for a moment Saf eyed her new CO carefully, was this a deliberate form of manipulation on his part? After all, it would've made far more sense to have had the team muster in the bay they were in transit to rather than the briefing room which had had a distinct lack of briefing. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,389 | 175 | 43 | 899 | 318 | Jax shockingly remained quite during the elevator trip. He heard Saf's question but honestly didn't think to dignify it with a response, His personal feelings on her wouldn't change after just a few minutes. With Saf though that answer would simply stir things up. He kept leaning against the railing as soon he looked up and out the window to see the earth outside that view port. It had been a very long time. This being closest he had been to the 3rd rock in nearly a decade. Looking at it though he felt little attachment, His family was military he spent most of his life in an orbiting station where his parents where. Looking at that rock he didn't even really know what it looks like on the surface, his only extended time there was for his training when he initially joined and again when he Went to scout sniper. Some of the others were more overwhelmed by the site as he looked back down.
His eyes closed as he reached up and scratched the under side of his chin. Though he hit something and his eye site changed. Looking up mostly everything was black, except for a blue glow that emitted from things, Wires, the motor of the elevator, looking at his team some of the bigger implants had lit up. Apparently he had EMF...something that could be useful, Reaching up he clicked it again, a thermal vision, Every thing was in black and white, hotter objects glowed white as colder were darker and black, he looked around seeing his teammates, one thing he noticed is that they were hot, hotter than normal people. That is something he would keep in mind for the future. Clicking again there was a night vision, though he flinched a bit and quickly clicked it over back to his normal tactical mode. He wished there was a form of what he called 'thumper' vision. It was simple and picked up vibrations, it helped cause it showed heart beats. Though for now he wouldn't worry about it, He was sure they would have calibrations and regular maintenance and would bring it up then. | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
6,390 | 175 | 44 | 2,132 | 362 | James sighed as he stood among his fellow soldiers, he had kept quiet this entire time, considering the woman went on a childish rampage. The sniper acted unprofessional, waving his knife around and dishing out commands even though he was not the leader, people like them got someone killed. The woman already did, but the sniper had a lot of hidden records, which bothered him greatly. Men like him are never truly able to cohere with a team, this was not going to go well if they were going to keep this shit up. When he was deep in he NEEDED to bond with the team he was with, they needed to know every flaw, every skill, this made them men, and not just numbers. The guys with suits may not care for them, but they cared for each other, and that's what mattered. Even his command while he was in the Service cared, all of the big-wigs showed up to ONE man's funeral, and he was only a PFC, grant they couldn't always do it, but they did it whenever they could. To him, the Service was who he was, this sort of feeling made him adjust the leather coat he wore, it was a well-fitting leather jacket with his Battalion's symbol with the Winged Dagger of the S.A.S., on the dagger hung a gas mask. Above it read '23rd Battalion, He Who Dares Wins'. There was a reason he was picked for them, and this, he was the best at his profession, and those who matched him barely did so even before his augs. Now he was truly the best around with his kit, his augs, he was the most qualified in his eyes. At least for now, one day he would be replaced.
Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the files of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack...Fucking wankers. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be fatally flawed in a way that truly makes them butt heads pretty hard...This’ll be fun indeed...Or so he hoped.
Then his brain had a lightbulb and he spoke up rather randomly. "I apologize for not speakin' up earlier, James Mathias Alexander. A former S.A.S Scout and Unconventional Combat Specialist, I can high-jack any machine with nano-tech, or if you need someone isolated, I can get it done. I pretty much cause a shitstorm for our foes, giving us an opportunity to end an engagement early, or get the fuck outta dodge, whichever comes first. Oh! I also have a Masters in Robotics and a Bachelors in Nanotechnology, you can get that and more off my dossier. Alright, rant over." He quieted quickly and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax after that little speech. Fuck...He needed his gear, he was more comfortable in a military outfit, and in the field, not in a lift with people he didn't know worth shit. | Sabre-05, ready for service.
Military rank
Lt.
Name
James Mathias Alexander
Age
31
Sex
Male
Appearance
Height: 1.828m.
Weight: 88kg.
Personality
Chaotic Good
James is one who seems to be a lunatic fringe, but he is actually rather stable. His mind is just that of an aggressor, one who thrills on combat. When it hits the fan however, he becomes calm, trading his pressuring aggression for level headed thought processes. He is extremely intelligent and is great at following orders. Even with his aggression, he will calm it if ordered.
Skills
James excels at a tactic one could call Combat Control. He uses various gadgets, a small armed drone and many other tools to herd enemies so they can be flanked, mowed down, or simply tricked to allow the team time to escape. He has augmentations and his SDS has even more tools to give him the required angles, and the edge to win. He also excels at isolating a target with concentrated fire, he can then eliminate them himself, or allow someone else to handle it. With his implants and augs, he is truly a powerful ally to have on the field, and the enemy to fear.
SDS-05:
The SDS-05 is built for James, composed of a nano-fiber weave, it also houses more space for his equipment, and a holster for his drone on his right shoulder. the optic that would sit in front of his eye gives him a display of a consistent diagnostic of his drone and his other tools, and equipment his nanites have “Possessed”. The suit furthers his ability to control the combat.
Biography
James was born on the Upper Troposphere of Earth, if they were on the surface, the area would have been that of Europe. He was born of English ethnicity, both sides of his family were heavy on males enlisting, so he was raised to train hard for his day of enlistment. To his family, it was a rite of passage into adulthood. His prominence for the physical aspect showed for the military early in his teens.
His psych evaluation was rather good too, but after getting older, James left for college, getting a masters degree in Robotics, and a bachelors degree in Nanotechnology. Then hurrying to the military and, thankfully he kept in good shape and went through Basic smoothly. His skills with firearms, drones and nano-warfare earned him a good place in the S.A.S (Secret Air Service) as an Unconventional Combat Specialist, using various nano-based pyrotechnics, A.I. driven grenades, mines, and other tools. The Service put his talent with tech to immediate use, inserting him with small teams into enemy territory to sabotage enemy vehicles and equipment with nanites that he could order to “eat” the metals of them, leaving nothing but non-metallic treads, rubber on the tires...You name it, if it doesn’t have metal. It stays, if it does, it’s gone for good. He can also have them take over the wiring of the machine, and it’s command software. giving him control over the nanite-infested vehicles and equipment from afar.
He served in the Service for three years, then he was pulled out for a new assignment. The op was more hush-hush than he liked, but command gave the order. He had to follow it, so he went off to this op, following orders and patiently waiting to be given his orders. To him, loyalty is everything, without it, you aren’t human. When he got in the Sabre project, his had the winged dagger of the SAS stitched into his uniform. He will never forget his roots. Ever.
Augmentations:
Retinal Projection and Enhancement Implant: This implant allows him to project his eyesight through his drone by amplifying the electrical impulses sent to the eye by the Retina, and sending them in the form of a data signal to whatever drone he aims to see through. The implant also amplifies his eyesight, giving him an edge in low-light situations.
Direct Neural Projection Device: This implant projects the neural impulses of his brain to his drones, giving him direct manual control over his drone and allowed him to use it to peek around corners, or get to where a human body cannot.
Genetic Augmentations:
James has an augmentation to his cardiovascular system, enhancing his endurance and making it more difficult to get winded by combat (i.e. winded by a punch, explosives, etc.).
He has a neural augmentation that enhances his reflexes, increasing his reaction times exponentially.
He also has an aug that enhances his muscular functionality, giving him slightly increased strength, but more so reducing the chances of his muscles tearing and pulling, or even cramping.
Equipment
James has one personal combat drone he controls manually, it isn’t extremely large, about the size and shape of a 63cm diameter pan, the drone has many tools that make it a versatile unit. Such as a tazer, sub-machine gun, a small grenade launcher, and a small flash function that blinds a target. The drone has the A.I. of a dog, following his orders only, and it has a tendency to make sounds similar to barking, and it nuzzles someone when it wants to notice them. The A.I. is sentient, so it likes, and dislikes others.
Seeker Mines: A.I. guided mines that when they find a target, roll to them, launch into the air, and launch a cluster bomb on a group or one target.
Wrist-mounted launcher: This launcher can house many tools, but the one he usually has is called The Anchor, it’s a grappling hook with a nano-titanium wire and hook, that is able to hold his body weight and give him another angle on the fight, or displace a foe. |
6,391 | 175 | 45 | 2,192 | 1,228 | As she heard the Lt speak Saf quickly reached down to her wrist comp and pulled up his file, glancing over it and picking out the important details before turning her attention to the quiet 'Englishman'. Quickly running her eyes down his body Saf did a quick assessment. For a guy hitting his thirties Lt Alexander looked more like someone in their late teens.
Either he'd taken really good care of himself or his family had enough money to pay for incredible thorough gene scrubbing in utero. Her money was on the former though, families who threw their money away on making sure their children were born with perfect genes tended to keep them at home rather than letting them enlist in potentially life threatening military careers. If he had come from money like that he'd more likely be the one sitting behind the monitor, beside Overwatch, than riding a freight elevator.
"Special Air Service veteran? Where were you posted?" Before he had a chance to answer Saf quickly held up her hand with a smile, "Don't tell me. 'it's classified', right?" | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
]
Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,392 | 175 | 46 | 1,680 | 46 | Jackson remained silent for majority of the trip, eyes glued to the majestic scene of the Earth outside the viewport. It was awe-inspiring, and it was no surprise that it was a beacon of hope for the Conglomerate. Pulling his eyes away from the window and his mind back to reality, he began wondering about many things at once. What kind of gear are we gonna get? I know I'm a medic, but what kind of stuff will I be using? What about a gun? And what will everyone else use? Questions whizzed around Indar's head faster than he could answer them. Jackson turned his head to 05, who before that point had said nothing. "Well James, great to have you on board. As you probably know, Jackson Indar" Jackson introduced himself again, outstretching his arm to the other man for a handshake. "By god, this elevator has got to be almost there by now, right?" Jackson asked. | Name: Jackson Indar
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jackson is a loyal and trustworthy soldier, following all commands given to him by superiors and peers. He is also intelligent and flexible, able to facilitate multiple commands and objectives at one time. He can be stubborn at times, always believing that he can save everyone. He can occasionally have a short-temper, snapping out at anything that annoys him. But if he hurts someone on his team or someone he cares for, because of his temper or not, he is quick to apologise and make up for his transgressions. He easily forgives people, but only once. Jackson is a doing person, prefering to create and execute plans then tell people how to do the plan and sit back. He also dislikes bureaucracy and logistics. Doing is more important than saying to Jackson.
Biography: Born and raised on the Mars colony, Jackson was born to be in the army. He was loyal and followed orders to a T. His parents did all that they could to give him a good education and upbringing, and deed he wishes to repay. He enlisted to join the millitary the moment he was old enough and showed extreme proficiency with any firearm he wielded. His fellow soldiers all respected him and admired him. Jackson was in a great place in life. He had gotten a promotion from Officer Cadet to Lieutenant and wanted nothing other than for his effort to mean something. If he could leave a mark on this world, no matter how small, he would be happy.
Higher ups in the army began observing Jackson during training exercises. Jackson couldn't remember when they first began showing up, but they would always observe Jackson during firing drills and physical exercises, scribbling notes down on their clipboards. They gave Jackson the shivers, but he payed no mind first. Obviously they would want to see how their soldiers are doing, right? But Jackson became more suspicious as time went on, always seeing them with their tablets and their clipboards. Then, at the end of a private firing drill, he was approached by a scientist and two men in suits. They simply asked him to come with them. After travelling through a maze-like facility, he was briefed on the Sabre initiative and that he had been chosen as the 7th Sabre. They told him about how he could become an ultimate soldier, selling Jackson imediately. The augmentations went without a hitch.
Specializations:
Skills:
-Small-arms training
-Advanced first-aid
-Battle tactics
-Three different Earth languages (French, German and Mandarin Chinese)
Augmentations:
Jacksons' body, skin and organs contains countless microscopic nanites who passively increase the ouput of organs and muscles and allow him several different abilities. Everything requires a certain amount of time to pass before they can be used again. These are also taxing on Jackson and cause pain when used too often.
-Nanite Overshield: Jackson can use the nanites in his skin and flesh to increase small arms resistance for a short time.
-Nano-Regen Device: For a short time, Jackson can use medical nanites to heal him and remove bullets imbedded in him. Also has a small radius that slowly heals teammates inside the radius (about two metres in diameter).
-Nanite Fabrication: Jackson can use metalic objects to both synthesize nanites and use nanites to synthesize other objects (eg Ammo). This ability is particularly dangerous and can cause excruciating pain and even permanent defects, such as desensitization in his fingers and arms.
-Nanite Respiration: Does what it says on the box, helps him breath in low oxygen environments.
-Jetpack: Jacksons' suit is also equipped with a jump jet system in a pack on his back. It slowly synthesises its' own fuel if left alone for a while, but can also be manually refilled.
(I don't know how balanced he is, so if you want me to change something, just say so) |
6,393 | 175 | 47 | 681 | 986 | Seth's mind began churning again with the new off-dossier info on the newly spoken tech savant. Hmm... More attempts at lowering off-duty tensions. Do these agents keep off-duty feelings while on the battlefield? Risky to do so. One would think that any feelings towards a teammate outside of combat would most logically be compartmentalized to off-duty, while during a mission, the most critical thing would be ensuring safety of as many operatives as possible.
-Deductions: 05 and 09 will become closest, due to similar relationship-mending goals. 07 will be second-closest with 09. Also attempting to keep positive mannerisms with all teammates.
-Note to self: check for social normality in keeping all team relationships positive. Video games have proven otherwise. Source - Alpha Protocol. Relationships built on "owing" one another in the form of favors and working together based on goals, not feelings. Internet search to follow...
-Tactics: 05 would be optimal for flanking with robotics and numbers on his side. 09 would be second-best. They will most likely bond best; therefore, they could flank simultaneously, increasing flank effectiveness. Shields and robotics. Least casualties. The 'Tactics' note made Seth rethink the 'one-(wo)man distraction battalion', and now thinking of a two-man distraction armada, with 05's robots on his side. | Name: Seth Garron
Age: 26
Sex: Male
All clothing as well as the mask are black.
Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.
Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.
Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.
By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.
Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.
By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.
Specializations:
Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training
Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.
>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
>> Done
>> File extracted
>>
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EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: ]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing. |
6,394 | 175 | 48 | 2,192 | 1,228 | As the elevator finally ground to a halt the party were faced with a set of heavy cargo bay doors emblazoned with the sign A23F. Quickly stepping off the platform Saf made her way towards them, watching with a mixture of trepidation and excitement as the access hissed open in front of her. Pausing for a moment she looked back at her new CO, reminded for a moment that she still had to respect the chain-of-command, no matter how informal her commander liked to keep it.
"Sir?" She asked cautiously, "Permission to proceed?" | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
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Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,395 | 175 | 49 | 1,542 | 359 | Scott answered Saf's question, "Yes. Right this way, everyone." He led everyone to the door, stepping to the side in order to access the lock. It was a standard hand print lock, displaying a silhouette of a hand as it prompted authentication aloud. Placing his hand on the lock, a blue light appeared as a bar on-screen and swept from top to bottom. The scan finished, causing the door to slide open sideways away from the lock. "Alright everyone, you'll know what to do as soon as you step inside."
Entering first, Scott couldn't help but smile as he saw each of the Sabre Suits lined up along the far wall, in numerical order. Varying in size and appearence drastically, they were a glorious sight to behold indeed. Proceeding to his suit, Scott began to outfit himself. In other spots on the walls and in crates on the floor were other supplies and armament, such as pistols, assault riffles, combat knives, grenades, first-aid kits, riot shields, and even a few launchers. This was an armory designed specifically for the current Sabres, and it certainly showed. | Name: Scott Riley
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Personality: Scott has been around the block so to speak; since joining the military he has become a different person than he used to be. Growing up on Mars he was quite amiable and outgoing, and this persisted into military service. After a traumatic encounter in the line of duty (disclosed below) he suffered from varied degrees of PTSD and depression. After therapy he returned to duty and flew through the ranks. He seems to think that becoming the best soldier possible will atone for his mistakes. As of now Scott is known to act in a stern, professional manner consistently. His role is that of a leader. Bearing this in mind, the only bond he wishes to form with his peers and subordinates is one of trust and dedication; friendship leads to more pain and should be avoided.
Biography: Commander Riley was born and raised on Mars. He received an average middle-class education along with his brother and sister, and had two parents that were able to support him for his entire childhood. He and his brother Sargent Leon Riley both joined the the army after high school and received a college education after combat training, courtesy of the central government. Several years later his sister Michelle Riley suffered from a then-recently discovered illness present only on Mars, resulting in paralysis from the waist-down. Both Scott and Leon took a leave of absence to care for her until she recovered from the illness, however the paralysis persists. By this time, both parents have died of natural causes.
Upon returning to duty in 4590, both brothers were assigned to different squads sent to perform the same mission: an assault on A2297-1, an asteroid colony in the A sector of the belt that served as a checkpoint for refugees between the outer solar system and a designated Martian Interplanetary Orbital Dominance Sector (MIODS). Alpha Team, to which Sgt. Riley had been assigned, was to infiltrate the colony as recon, with teams Bravo - Foxtrot to serve as the advance force to launch a coordinated surprise assault for the main forces to follow up. The rebel forces were anticipating our assault, however, and as a result Alpha team was nearly wiped out in a counter-ambush. By the time reinforcements had arrived, Sgt. Riley was mortally wounded and perished before medical aid could be provided. Despite overwhelming odds, Cmdr. Riley along with the remaining assault teams were able to completely destroy enemy forces before the central army's main forces arrived. For his bravery and dedication to completing the mission, Cmdr. Riley was awarded the EMA Medal of Valor.
After his brother's death, Cmdr. Riley began to suffer from depression and PTSD. Mental therapy sessions were mandated by level 3 Class A personnel and after 14 weeks he made a nearly-full recovery. After observing a new and ideal personality type in Cmdr. Riley, Sabre staff approached him with the intent to induct him into the project. Cmdr. Riley consented and gave researchers full cooperation. As of 01/22/98, work on Sabre02 begins and is completed in 4 months based on research left over from Sabre01. Combat training and augmentation specialization testing commences and concludes within the next two months; Sabre02 is now ready for deployment.
Specializations:
Sabre02 is modeled after Sabre01 in terms of functionality. While other members of the Sabre team will be recruited and designed for specific purposes, S02 will be outfitted to handle every situation and cover every need. Because of this broad lack of specialization, individual Sabres who specialize in a field will likely preform at a higher level than S02.
However, S02 will spearhead Sabre Operations on the ground. All Sabres are expected to follow orders issued by S02.
- Basic and Advanced level training in each major weapons category, all formal martial arts training, and first-aid. S02 is outfitted to carry up to two different high-caliber rifles, two personal-arms handguns, and one melee hand-held blade.
- S02's SDS (Sabre Deployment Suit) is outfitted with energy shielding similar to SDS09. However, energy requirements by other features allow for less overall shielding potential. Note the formation of energy-based weaponry is not possible.
- Medium plating armor balances protection and weight. Armor is outfitted with cartridge stores to hold excesses of ammunition
- Energy propulsion capabilities installed on SDS02's back, palms and underside of feet. Short and powerful bursts can clear chasms, alter trajectory, and easily navigate in areas of low gravity. Sustained use allows for gravity defiance, and possibly flight. This second use must be used in moderation due to high energy consumption rate.
- SDS02 is equipped with a broadsword, as mentioned above. It is forged from a composite alloy that is both light and durable, allowing for great ease of use. The edges are made of diamond, making this blade capable of cutting most physical materials without dulling.
- Muscular, cardiovascular and respiratory enhancements for improved performance all-around.
- Optical enhancements improving eyesight, allowing for farther vision as well as toggled vision modes including night vision, thermal, infrared and ultraviolet.
- Active camouflage system which bends light around the suit, rendering it invisible to the naked eye. This technology is still in development, so it's uses are limited to being motionless and against targets which do not possess appropriate visual aid.
- Reflex and coordination enhancements; S02's "human reaction time" has been improved to an average of 50ms, allowing for quicker and more decisive action in situations of stress. Due to physical constraints on S02's brain and nervous system, a specially-designed medication has been given to him. S02 is to carry as many doses as needed to carry out once-per-day use without skipping more than one day at a time. Command will provide S02 with an appropriate dosage at the outset of each mission. , as well as compromise the mission.]
Enter Console command|
Logging off...
Shutting down...
Good bye. |
6,396 | 175 | 50 | 1,680 | 46 | Indar smiled as he entered the armory. The clean, steel walls were lined with suits, armour and weaponry, ready just for them. Indar approached the suit on the wall with '07' over it in simple block numbers. Walking over, he examined the suit he'd be wearing. It was made up of two parts, a rough cloth material in a tan sort of colour and blue armour plates over the top, covering his arms, lower legs, torso and head. There was also a table in front of the suit, with his equipment laid out on it. Immediately catching his eye was an assault rifle. It had a strange magazine, almost octagonal in shape. He found it strange, but assumed that it would probably hold more ammo that way. Moving on, there was a white pistol with a revolver barrel. The barrel, instead of pushing out to one side and spinning to reload, half of the barrel would push out either way, and cartridges would be loaded that way. Strange weapons, but they look effective Indar remarked in his head. He moved on to the seven thin and long cylindrical objects next to the guns. They looked similar, but two of them were different from the other five. Five of them had three short, needle-like extrusions at the bottom and a white button at the top. The other two had a pin at the top and were slightly shorter and thicker. It took Jackson a second to realise what he was looking at. They were advanced med-kits, injected into the arm. They alleviated pain and kept people alive for longer. The other two were things he didn't even know existed. They were healing grenades, and when thrown towards allies, a burst of chemicals and nanites would rejuvenate and heal his allies. Impressed by the developers, Jackson began suiting up, the med-kits and grenades fitting nicely on one side of the belt, and his revolver on the other. There was one other thing on a small shelf underneath the table. It was a white box with a red cross on it. There was a small note on a piece of paper sitting on the box. "In case all else fails... :)" Indar read aloud as he retrieved the first-aid box. The handle of the box fit nicely on two hooks located on his lower back. Jackson smiled once more as he looked down at all the advanced Sabre gear he was wearing. "I think I'm gonna like it here" He remarked. | Name: Jackson Indar
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Jackson is a loyal and trustworthy soldier, following all commands given to him by superiors and peers. He is also intelligent and flexible, able to facilitate multiple commands and objectives at one time. He can be stubborn at times, always believing that he can save everyone. He can occasionally have a short-temper, snapping out at anything that annoys him. But if he hurts someone on his team or someone he cares for, because of his temper or not, he is quick to apologise and make up for his transgressions. He easily forgives people, but only once. Jackson is a doing person, prefering to create and execute plans then tell people how to do the plan and sit back. He also dislikes bureaucracy and logistics. Doing is more important than saying to Jackson.
Biography: Born and raised on the Mars colony, Jackson was born to be in the army. He was loyal and followed orders to a T. His parents did all that they could to give him a good education and upbringing, and deed he wishes to repay. He enlisted to join the millitary the moment he was old enough and showed extreme proficiency with any firearm he wielded. His fellow soldiers all respected him and admired him. Jackson was in a great place in life. He had gotten a promotion from Officer Cadet to Lieutenant and wanted nothing other than for his effort to mean something. If he could leave a mark on this world, no matter how small, he would be happy.
Higher ups in the army began observing Jackson during training exercises. Jackson couldn't remember when they first began showing up, but they would always observe Jackson during firing drills and physical exercises, scribbling notes down on their clipboards. They gave Jackson the shivers, but he payed no mind first. Obviously they would want to see how their soldiers are doing, right? But Jackson became more suspicious as time went on, always seeing them with their tablets and their clipboards. Then, at the end of a private firing drill, he was approached by a scientist and two men in suits. They simply asked him to come with them. After travelling through a maze-like facility, he was briefed on the Sabre initiative and that he had been chosen as the 7th Sabre. They told him about how he could become an ultimate soldier, selling Jackson imediately. The augmentations went without a hitch.
Specializations:
Skills:
-Small-arms training
-Advanced first-aid
-Battle tactics
-Three different Earth languages (French, German and Mandarin Chinese)
Augmentations:
Jacksons' body, skin and organs contains countless microscopic nanites who passively increase the ouput of organs and muscles and allow him several different abilities. Everything requires a certain amount of time to pass before they can be used again. These are also taxing on Jackson and cause pain when used too often.
-Nanite Overshield: Jackson can use the nanites in his skin and flesh to increase small arms resistance for a short time.
-Nano-Regen Device: For a short time, Jackson can use medical nanites to heal him and remove bullets imbedded in him. Also has a small radius that slowly heals teammates inside the radius (about two metres in diameter).
-Nanite Fabrication: Jackson can use metalic objects to both synthesize nanites and use nanites to synthesize other objects (eg Ammo). This ability is particularly dangerous and can cause excruciating pain and even permanent defects, such as desensitization in his fingers and arms.
-Nanite Respiration: Does what it says on the box, helps him breath in low oxygen environments.
-Jetpack: Jacksons' suit is also equipped with a jump jet system in a pack on his back. It slowly synthesises its' own fuel if left alone for a while, but can also be manually refilled.
(I don't know how balanced he is, so if you want me to change something, just say so) |
6,397 | 175 | 51 | 1,380 | 1,423 | Finally, let us see if my intuition and study has allowed for the most ergonomic integration. Cyprian wondered out loud as he approached his suit. Each outfit was sealed within either own large glass cylinder, with a base of machinery and computational systems displaying information. Cyprian places his hand on the screen in front of his suit, as Scott did to open the door. After doing this, the glass rose from around his suit, and he pulled it out of its chamber. The flexible grey and black exoskin was a separate entity from the silver and white armor that would lay around it. After slipping on the skin and donning the armor, he tapped a screen on his wrist, and several lights began to blink and glow across his wrists and around his visor. On each arm, machinery moves down from his shoulders to his forearms, and piece themselves together into two cannon-like items. These cannons rest on the outside of his forearms, keeping his hands free.
"Ahh yes, this feels good." He said as he stretches and flexes in the armor, testing its mobility and expressing satisfaction with his agility. "What do the rest of you think? Each of these suits have been designed specially for you. Try them on! I hope you will enjoy them." | Accessing database ************9264-08, Operation Shadow-Sabre Unit S08 dosier...
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Notes
Sabre-08
Military Rank
None (Formally, Dr.)
Name
Cyprian Sigmund
Age
37
Sex
Male
Appearance
Cyprian stands at 182.88cm, and weighs 74.8427kg. His snow white hair hangs unkempt, barely reaching his bright blue eyes, and surpassing his ears. His face is rather sharp and lean in shape, but in no way malnourished or otherwise deprived. His broad shoulders and confident posture contradict his lack of significant muscle. One would not pin his body type to be that of a soldier. When not deployed, Cyprian wears a white and gray lab coat, black slacks, and black shoes. His attire is designed to stave off harmful chemicals.
Personality
Neutral Good
Cyprian is a scientist first and foremost. Even as a Sabre, his job is that of his previous fields of expertise. He sees the Sabre project as not only a team, but a new opportunity for learning and experimentation. His optimism might slightly annoy the other Sabres at times, but they will quickly see his devotion towards making sure everyone gets home in one piece.
Biography
DOB: 12th, December, 4560
Sigmund was born and resided in Asteroid Sector 2575920-19485 until the age of seventeen . There he attended standard primary and secondary tier education, showing exceptional academic skill in mathematical and scientific fields of study. At the age of seventeen , Sigmund relocated to the Martian Institute of Information Technology and Sciences. Until the age of thirty-seven , Sigmund maintained a 4.00GPA in all fields of study. However, his PhD's are only in the following fields. Note that each field is a broad spectrum, and each contains multiple actual doctoral studies:
Engineering
Computer and Information Science
Mathematics
Astronomy
Atmospheric Science and Meteorology
Chemistry
Physics
Dr. Sigmund's accomplishments in his doctoral studies is of great interest to Dr.. Sigmund is to be contacted by Sabre-Recruitment Team, and deployed as Sabre 08.
Specializations
Skills
Sigmund's vast intelligence and technological skills will be an asset to the Sabre Project. Subject has shown the ability to self-teach and therein operate foreign computer systems, recall inhuman amounts of information and knowledge with no outside aid, and has hundreds of patented inventions related to his fields of degrees.
Augmentations
Due to his role on the Sabre Project, Sigmund has received little in the way of Sabre-level augmentation, not receiving augs designed for combat.:
Model AJHAP-255910 Electronic Sensory Nodes
Implanted into cerebral cortex, enhancement of thought process and speed. Subject can store, recall and process information faster. Neurons now fire in excess of 500 times/second (compared to the average of 200/sec).
Direct Wireless Binary Access Module
This module is installed at the base of the skull. Allows subject to wirelessly connect to and control computer and operation systems. This is done by redirecting electrical pulses down the spinal cord to instead trip sensors in the module, which convert the pulses to binary code, and are wirelessly transmitted to the target. Subject can control the target system with thought-based commands.
S08 Deployment Suit
The S08 Model Deployment suit, like models S02 through S09, are all designed and built by Dr. Sigmund. Similarly to his augmentaitons, S08's SDS is not optimized for combat.
Sabre OS Intergration
The Sabre Operating System v8.0 is installed within this suit. The suit is a fully functioning computer, able to show displays on both the inside and outside of the visor, and on a tech-pad installed on the right wrist. System is optimized for the Binary Access Module. As long as user maintains connection to Overwatch, he can access all data that the user is cleared for.
Plasma Energy Beam Fire-Arm
S08 SDS is outfitted with an arm cannon on the left arm, set on the posterior side. Cannon is capable of firing many types of energy-based shots, including standard energy pulses, disruption beams, exothermic and endothermic rays, and high-concentration energy blasts. The PFA is highly useful but is out shined by standard firearms in raw stopping power.
Temporal Stasis / Tractor Beam Utility-Arm
Opposite the Plasma Fire-Arm is a similar energy based gun upon the right arm. However the energy types associated with the Temporal Utility-Arm are not optimized for combat. Instead, this tool can warp space. This has near unlimited uses, but is highly taxing upon the suit's energy reserve. Advisory against the use of the Temporal Utility-Arm in excess is recommended.
Temporal Thrusters
The space-warping energy of the TUA is also installed in the palms, soles and back of the S08 SDS. However, these installations are specialized to only allow for propulsion. Use of the Temporal Thruster is less taxing than the TUA, and presice angling of the hands, feet and torso can allow for full-directional movement. |
6,398 | 175 | 52 | 2,192 | 1,228 | As she walked down through the bay Saf couldn't help but be impressed by the heavy suits of power armour arrayed on their display stands, or the ample amount of weaponry, ammunition and supplies piled in around them. Her excitement began to build as she reached her own suit, only to quickly dissipate with surprise.
"Is this some kind of joke?" She asked the room in general as she studied the Sabre suit assigned to her. Unlike some of the others the suit appeared to be little more than a bodyglove with a few armoured plates attached to it, barely any better than the standard-issue gear worn by most soldiers.
Reaching out she picked one of the armoured gloves off of the stand to examine it more closely. As she stood turn in the gauntlet over between her fingers Saf felt a surge of energy rising from within her, pulsing from the devices which had so recently been implanted inside her. In her hands the gauntlet began to glow as its surface began to feel oily and slippery. Before she could stop it the gauntlet slipped out from between her fingers, the glow dying before the armoured glove clattered to the deck.
"What the fu..?" Saf muttered, eying the glove carefully. The power had obvious come from within her, she'd felt it after all, but what exactly it was she couldn't even begin to guess. Prodding the glove tentatively with her foot Saf looked back down the room and saw the others starting to suit up in their own armour and with one last look down at the mystery gauntlet she let out a deep sigh.
"What've you gotten yourself into this time..?" She asked herself, pulling her service uniform off over her head before reaching out for the new suit which was waiting for her to wear. | Name: Saffron Bridges
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Saffron is an adrenaline junkie with a quick temper, always living life to the fullest. She often charges into action before considering the overall tactical situation and sometimes leaves herself in difficult situations having failed to consider the consequences of her actions. She's smart and learns quickly in a scholastic environment, but only when carefully monitored and guided to ensure her attention doesn't wander off topic. Openly homosexual, Saffron has been married to her lesbian life partner for many happy years.
Biography: Seen early on as a rising star Saffron was warmly accepted into the advanced officer training program at the academy based solely on her academic results and early aptitude evaluations. She completed her training in short order, scoring highly in tactical assessments and battle simulations with her instructors making note of her unwavering bravery and dedication to her goals.
Things fell apart soon after that when during her first official mission she lost over half her squad when trying to perform a suicidal frontal attack against an entrenched enemy. Placed under psychological review pending court martial she was cleared of all charges, insisting that the tactic was sound given the circumstances and the intel provided to her at the time of operational planning. Her psychiatrist agreed that she was fit to return to duty, but noted a possible Messiah Complex or megalomaniac tendencies which should be monitored in future.
Returning to action Saffron found command difficult. Word of her previous failure, and rumours that she was undergoing psychological treatment, undermined her position with the troops to whom she was assigned, and despite several successful operations she soon found herself being reassigned between divisions as her superiors tried to have the black sheep placed under anyone's command but their own.
Things finally reached a head when Saffron received orders for her fifth transfer in two years. Facing off with her CO what started as a calm interview soon became violent, first with angry words thrown and then punches. Once again facing court martial, this time for striking a superior officer, Saffron found herself stripped of her commission and reenlisted as a Warrant Officer. Realise this could be a breaking point in her career Saffron's psychiatrist made arrangements for her to be transferred to a specialist program which would allow the Service to make best use of her skills rather than losing her altogether.
Specializations:
Skills:Basic small arms training
Advanced combat training in close quarters combat and swordsmanship
Advanced tactical training, lapsed
Experienced knowledge of military protocols and procedures
Holds degrees in military history and humanities, but most of her knowledge is now outdated
Expert chef
Suit Augmentation - Energy Shielding
Shield Armour: In combat Saffron can activate her suit's shield capacitor units encasing herself in dense optical armour which protects her from concussive and kinetic attacks. The armour reacts to impacts by diverting power to the point of pressure, making it more effective when dealing with fewer targets. When facing attacks from multiple angles the armour strains to adjust fast enough (requiring 0.3 seconds to recover from each incoming attack) but when facing sustained attacks from a single assailant the armour can shunt all available power to a single facing, making it perfect for dealing with rapid fire weaponry. Since the armour prevents material passing through it also grants limited effectiveness against area of effect attacks, such as flames, liquids and gases, however it cannot protect against high frequency energy attacks such as heat, radiation and electronic interference.
Suit Augmentation - Shield Emitters
Shield Projection: By focusing the shield emitters in her hands Saffron can create either walls or blades of light which can be used to either defend or attack. When using her Shield Wall ability Saffron can create upto two shields (one per hand) a meter in diameter upto a maximum of three meters away. Unlike her armour these shields are static and have a fixed protection rating but may be easily repositioned on the fly simply by moving her hands to face a new direction.
Energy Blades: When using her hand emitters to generate blades Saffron focuses the power of her shields into a single, almost indestructible monomolecular surface capable of easily slicing through practically any material. As the blades are composed of pure energy they are subject to disruption from other energy sources, such as other shields and similarly powered blades. Upto two blades can be created at a time (one per hand) and as they use the same emitters as her projected shields the two systems are mutually exclusive for each hand, although Saffron often chooses to equip a shield with one hand and a blade with the other, effortlessly switching between the two in the heat of combat.
Energy Wave: Saffron can choose to overload her hand shield emitters, causing them to send out a powerful burst of energy in the direction she is pointing her hand at the time of discharge. This ability requires her to shut down the shield or sword she's using for at least two seconds in order to charge the capacitor and also burns out the emitter when used, requiring a cold restart to be performed which takes several minutes.
Dual Service Pistols
In order to cover herself on those occasions when either she's unable to close with the enemy to use her blades or her suit is recovering from overexertion Saffron carries a pair of standard-issue service pistols as backup weapons. While she's proficient with these handguns she's in no way a marksman, often relying on sustained suppressive fire until heavier support can reach her, or her suit is back to full power and ready for some hands on action.
]
Warrant Officer Bridges shows signs of developing an inferiority complex based around the perceived persecution and ostracisation she has suffered from her fellow service personnel in recent years. In regards to any anger management issues she may have, it is my belief that the recent incident was a 'flashpoint' event caused by the ongoing treatment she had been receiving and not an indication of any deeper problems. No further action is advised at this time.
I highly recommend she be placed into a high-profile programme which will not only make best use of her obvious combat proficiencies but also grant her the positive exposure she requires to stabilise her condition at this time. A small, tight-knit team would be preferable as it would allow her to form meaningful bonds with her colleagues on a more intimate basis, improving her perception of her fellow soldiers.
Warrant Officer Bridges is hereby declared fit for duty and has been granted permission to resume her duties as soon as possible. |
6,399 | 175 | 53 | 899 | 318 | Jax kept his eyes closed with his head down for the remainder of this elevator ride. Soon though he felt it coming to a stop as he opened his eyes and looked up turning his head to watch the doors opened. He pushed off of the wall and was soon walking behind the group heading to the marker of 06 as he looked up at the suit. He had to strip down almost completely as he slipped into a skin tight black suite. It fit tightly on him. In honestly it was pretty standard affair, the suite helped support blood flow and keep it constant so that it won't pool in any one part of his body as well as keeping him insulated and helping his body maintain a steady temperature. The rest of the suite was a loose fitting cargo design, pockets going down his legs and he slipped on the knee pads. Playing the shoulder guards and elbow pads he moved around. They were very light weight and left his joints clear as to not limit his range of movement. On his back were two bladders, connecting to a tube leading up to near his mouth, nutrient supplements.
The last part was the helmet. He looked at it with those little nodes and that odd thing coming off the one side of it. He personally wasn't fond of helmets, not licking something blocking his field of vision. Bringing it over his head everything went black until he twisted it and it locked in place. Suddenly it booted up as he felt a cool chill in his skull as it linked up with his optics. Lighting up it soon it was like the helmet wasn't even there. The cameras even covering his peripherals. Soon the heads up display came on full function. Each team member now had an arrow pointing towards them with there number, a small transparent image even lit up as every time some one spoke it was showing location of sounds above ambient.
Now for the fun part, he walked over to the weapons table. His Tac display was highlighting weapons and gadgets , models as well as what they do. Though he saw what he wanted, lifting up the long barreled bolt action .50 caliber rifle. Recoiling barrel with a built in flash and sound suppressor and Bi-pod. The instant he touched it electronics in his suite linked up to it, even his HUD changed as it now displayed wind speed in the room, which was currently zero, as well as the rotation of the current planet. As he looked around a number kept changing, the distance from him to whatever he was looking at. He smiled behind that face mask as he brought the weapon up, looking through the scope he would still need to sight it in, pulling the reaching forward he pulled back the lever for the bolt as it slid back and he pushed it forward locking it in place. It was smooth and seamless as he strapped it to his back. Looking back down he pulled up an assault rifle, it was a long barrled rifle as well with an ACOG scope. It was your slandered afar with a safe, semi-, and fully-automatic and was fitted for a detachable silencer. He put that across his chest as he found a pistol and slipped it into his leg holster.
Bringing up his arm he opened up the small computer on his wrist, there was a screen but it also interfaced with his helmet as he was looking through it's functions. That weird thing on the side seemed to be a versatile electronic array, measuring sound it also had a distress beacon. He wagered it might be able to be rigged up to do other things, but tech stuff like that was never his strong suit. He had the ability to calibrate it, but he felt it best not to mess with that as he wouldn't know what he was doing. Closing that small screen he still had many empty pockets, for ammo, explosives and whatever he might need for a mission. Pondering though he took that straw into his mouth and took a quick drink, it was strawberry...he loved strawberry. He smiled to him self taking another little sip of it. "Worth it" he said referring to the months of surgeries and recovery it took to get to this point.
After the last few adjustments, making sure that the utility belt fit right, the ammo pouches were where he liked them and he even stretched moving around testing his movement once more. He even found the switch to his external speaker so people could hear him talk, though he left it off. Overwatch was talking about calibrations so he figured he would be able to get his weapons sighted soon, seeing as he never trusted a gun unless he sighted it in. | Name: Jax "Ghost Reaper" Orion
Age:28
Sex:Male
Personality: Ghost is a quite, reserved man, Cautious and patient believing in the saying, always appear less then you are. He tends to keep to himself and speaks mostly only when necessary. Despite that he is a very compassionate and protective. It takes him awhile to truly trust people but once he does he is very loyal to his friends and would protect them with his life. On a mission he has learned away to focus on a goal and push down all emotion, his old unit used to say he went "Ghost" which is how he earned his nickname.
Biography: Jax is from a military family, his family joining the military as long as they can trace back. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he him self joined. Unlike most it was a very easy transition, but Jax wanted to challenge himself. So instead of simply enlisting as a foot soldier he shot for Spec Ops. He knew it was going to be hard, the selection process alone was hard. Only a hand full out of the hundreds of candidates even being picked. After several months he was finally selected, he shipped out and was heading for some of the most grueling training there is. He went with nearly 200 initiates, out that nearly 95% of them wouldn't make it.
Training was nothing like he imagined. They would be awake for nearly a week at a time, send them on ops where they would have to sleep wherever they could. Which wasn't hard considering how tired everybody was. It was designed to test there endurance and fortitude as they were put in the worst conditions they could think up, cold, heat, even low garv situations and whatever else some sick sadistic mind thought of. In a six month training process there class was reduced down to half before the end of there 2nd month.
Durning that Six months even Jax had thought about quitting, though the instructors had already starting calling him the Ghost as the apparently liked to call everyone by some sort of nickname. After awhile though time started to mean nothing. They would get a few days to rest but most spent those days studying for there the test they have to take besides the physical. It seemed like it would never end, but one day it finally came. Jax and 12 others graduated and would be placed in the field.
Jax moved out and was instantly put to work. Working in special forces he spent years out on the field, earth being a distant memory as it was always one op after another. After many operations though his Commander recommended him for Scout sniper. More then just his ability it was his calm demeanor and patients. His natural ability to suppress everything and focus on his goals was also noticed as in the middle of a fire fight once he "Ghosted" it was like nothing was evening happening. This also meant more training, another six months off the field.
Scout sniper training was a whole new kind of battle. They were trained to operate on there own: Survival skills, moving unseen, how to spot position, build snipers nest, how to calculate how a bullet will travel over long distances. Shooting itself was less important then knowing when to shoot. They took hours ingraining muscle memory into there habits and how to survey every situation they were in.
He graduated in the top ten of his class, 6th to be more specific. But he got lucky. He was assigned a new team that was almost immediately sent out. He worked in the field before he was approached, he wasn't the best shot but he was a well rounded soldier. Because of this he was selected to join the Sabre Program.
Specializations:
Natural Ability:
Survival skills
Over watch
Stealth
Expert marksman
Mechanical SKills
Augmentations:
Augmented skin: His entire epidermal lay has been lined with a thin membrane that acts as a filter as well as oxygen abosrbers and microscopic air scrubbers. This allows him to breath through his skin as well as filter the air from contaminants protecting him from most kinds of Airborne toxins. They also link up to his Suit, measuring humidity and other environmental factors
Cybernetic optics: His eyes have been replaced with cybernetic ones. This gives him enhanced optics as well as giving him multiple vision modes, to include thermal, night and night. They also link directly in the optics of his helmet and and weapon allowing him to have lest visual obstructions as the three also work together to process ranges, measure wind speed even allowing him to see how much light is on him and any other information can be scent right to him.
Cerebral system Inhibitor: An Implant that allows his his mind to go a week with out sleep. By systematically shutting down qudrants of the brain it allows him not to get mentally fatigued. When need be it reactivates any parts resting so that he is back at 100%. This however doesn't erase the need for sleep, after a week he will sometimes sleep for two days or longer depending on how taxing the assignment was.
Saber O6: His suit is a lightweight offering less protection for more mobility as well as linking into his own augmentations. It also contains a fluids and nutrient systems for if he has to spend long periods of time in the field with out food or water, it also has a filtration system for some, other bodily functions. His suit is a self contained environment system as well, taking readings and adjusting so that he can handle almost any enviroment. |
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