Colorless ||Interest Check||

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Color as we once knew it, has been eradicated.

There are no more bright and colorful tones left in this world. The population as a whole is utterly colorblind- seeing the world in only shades of black and white.

In the year 20XX, The Cataclysm rocked the world to its core. It ruined cities, decimated populations. Those that remained intermingled and came together to build safe havens for their citizens. Europia was the largest of these safe havens with the largest population with Monochrome City as its capitol city. One hundred years have passed since the Cataclysm, and Europia has returned to a sense of normalcy with the urgent hustle and bustle of city life

In recent years, many have attempted to recreate the colors that painted the world and made it beautiful, but none have succeeded. They eventually gave up the attempts, and with civil unrest of those who lived in the undercity, the focus of the uppercity became to quell the rising tensions between them rather.

Anarchists from the undercity set off bombs around Europia during the televised election. The bombs were deadly, but deadlier still was the contagion that was carried within the bombs. It spread like wildfire among the citizens of Europia, and proved hostile to experimental treatment that was designed to curtail the symptoms of the contagion: a catatonic state followed often by nausea, vomiting, dysentery, and dehydration. Patterns appeared on the skin of those afflicted in localized spots; these patterns were often geometrical in design, and it was clear that this was no natural illness. Efforts to stop it seemed fruitless for a while as it was wholly nondiscriminatory in whom it targeted. For those that survived, the pattern on their skin was stained in color that had been unseen in over a hundred years at this point as if to remind them, and they were afflicted by strange abilities that manifested in them during their quarantine.

The infected were rounded up, many imprisoned by military forces and contained within special cells that would nullify their abilities. Many more escaped these clutches and banded together in the pits of the undercity- creating a group that came to be known as the Technicolor. The group's penultimate goal is to protect their people.

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➽➽➽ Characters should be between 20 and 36 years of age to keep everyone relatively within a similar age range.
➽➽➽ Please give your character a backbone. Challenge yourself to write characters that have unique personalities. I will only be accepting characters that I believe further the plot and will grow as we progress.
➽➽➽ Do not break the fourth wall. If we discuss something OOCly, your character should not know it. This bothers me extremely so when your character decides to know something they should not.
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King/Queen- The two leaders of Technicolor. These two are respected members, and they've more than earned the spot of a leader. The king is not genderlocked to a male character and the queen likewise. They are just titles. 2/2 Roles filled

The rook pieces are the right hand men/women of their respective leaders. [1/2 Roles Filled]

The bishops are the information gatherers, the knowledge seekers, tech wizards, etc. Anyone who might fit into a role that is information and observation driven would fit in here. [0/2 Roles Filled]

Knights are the "doers", the fighters. They train the pawns, and are often sent out field missions and supply missions. People who aren't afraid to roll up their sleeves are knights. [0/2 Roles Filled]

Finally, pawns. These are new additions or freshly ranked members. If you're unsure how to rank your character, this is a safe place to put them. [0/2 Roles Filled]

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“Something Profound.”
Type something your character would say here


「 Codename* 」
Your codename will be a gemstone. This is what your character will go by to other people as your character's real name will be classified.


「 Badge ID Number 」



「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → your character's given designation, or used name.
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → names they might go by
ᴀɢᴇ → their age
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/month/day
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → their gender/identity
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ →

. ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 1 . ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 2 . ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 3 . ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 4 . ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 5 . ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 6 .
(insert a small paragraph about their personality as well.)

「 Life Before Technicolor 」
Think of this section as your character's biography or history section. This should include what life was like before the mutation, after the mutation, and their motives for joining Technicolor.

「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-
What can your character do? Please do not be overpowered.

Occupation-
Even within an illegal operation such as Technicolor, everyone has a day job.

Rank-
King/Queen are the leaders of Technicolor. Rooks are the second in command. Bishops are delegated the harder jobs that require gathering intel and information. Knights are often always sent out in the field- to get their hands dirty so to speak. Pawns are almost always newer recruits or someone who has willingly deranked themselves to round out their skills. Ranks other than king/queen are not stagnant. You can be deranked if someone challenges your rank and wins.

Assigned Partner-
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Karma Level-
Karma is gained by doing missions successfully and how well they work well with others. High karma is notable of a person with few mission failures and works fairly well with others. Neutral karma has no measurable success or failure rate, and is not noticeably hostile or amiable toward others. Negative karma is usually denoted of a hostile person, but could also mean too many failures on missions. It is worth noting that because characters will be paired up, karma will rise and fall depending on how well the pair does together.


「 Notable Information 」


This portion is completely optional. Though, feel free to use this as an "Other" tab for any other useful information that was not described already.


“Something Else Profound.”
Type something your character would say here

[Solrlee]

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「 Cinnabar 」

「 #0012」

「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Rei Yessenova
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Romi/Cinnabar
ᴀɢᴇ → Thirty-Two
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/09/30
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Female
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Pansexual

● open ● charismatic ● outspoken ● self-deprecating ● meticulous ● complex ●

A woman who spent her formative years a quiet rebel, left in the shadow of her elder siblings. Romi is hard-working and takes the brunt of the pressure on her own shoulders. Known to be the surrogate mother for those that she considers her found family. She believes in the "velvet fist" approach- that being an open book and being kind do her subordinates is worth more than being a dictator, but she's not above a little tough love when it's absolutely necessary.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」

Romi spent much of her younger years in the shadow of her seven, nearly identical older sisters. She was the youngest of eight children, and even though they were all a year apart, they were all groomed and quaffed the same way with their light colored hair tucked neatly into curls that framed their faces. Despite the desire her parents had for a male child, it was not to be. The family was often in the public eye with her father's well to do political career and her mother's push that the arts weren't just a frivolous endeavor.

She found such a cushy life to be rather boring. The fact that she and her sisters were often regarded as a set- much like prized dolls that were kept on the same shelf- brought out a rebellious streak in the girl. Often, she would act out- causing a scene whenever she could. Her hair- naturally light in tone- was dyed a dark, inky black so that she could set herself apart from her matched set sisters.

Her parents decided enough was enough, and sent her to an all girl's preparatory school to discipline her in hopes that she'd return to them with some manners. Strict professors and asinine corporate punishments seemed to do their work as Romi retreated from her free-spirited ways. She kept to herself mostly- not bothering to make friends until a roommate forced her to socialize. The school had dance as an extra-curricular, and Romi found she was quite good at it. Her parents were seemingly ecstatic that she'd found something to throw herself into rather than being so rebellious.

After having graduated from the private school, Romi had decided that she wanted a higher education. She completed four years of university, but to say that graduation day was a disaster was an understatement.

All anyone remembered was smoke, screaming, and explosions. She found herself in a sterile room wanting to vomit at the feeling of vertigo every time she opened her eyes. She was promised they were working on a cure for whatever illness this was, but as the days stretched into more than a year, she had little hope. The experimental drugs only seemed to irritate the disease further. At the end of her quarantine, they'd done her body more harm than good. Two teal circular patterns had remained on her shoulder blades- almost like tattoos.

At the end of a long quarantine, Romi found herself out of the frying pan and into the fryer. The prison she'd woken up in had been rudimentary at the start, and even despite her weakened state, she and several others were able to escape. They ran as far as their legs would carry them until they reached the bowels of the undercity. Her own family had stopped visiting her when she was quarantined, and knew they would likely act as though she'd never existed. Their family could finally be perfect without her.

The small group banded together, and they agreed to a hierarchy to keep themselves safe. A leader was appointed with Romi as her right hand side. As more and more people joined, they deemed it necessary for codenames and titles and more training. An accident on a mission claimed the life of Romi's friend, and she was forced into the leadership role. At first, she didn't want the title and the responsibility of leading, but found that people looked up to her. It became her passion, much like dance, and she happily bore the weight of the title of Queen.


「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-
→ Hex → the ability to manipulate her own vitality or aura rather than the energy around her. It manifests itself as a purple iridescent threads around her hands. These threads are weaved from her own energy, and are very strong.They are also prone to weakness overtime the more that she exerts her aura with them. The longer she uses this ability, the more draining it becomes on her body. If all of her aura is used, she will fall unconscious until the energy is replaced- whether from eating or from rest or both.

→ Life Stitching → Using her threads, she is able to heal herself or other people. Smaller wounds are generally no problem, but larger or more life threatening wounds may take longer or not be able to be stitched back together entirely.

→ Second Sight → When touching (or someone touching her) via skin to skin contact, she may be able see, feel, and potentially another person's intentions, feelings, and desires via their aura. These are brief flashes, and the longer she holds onto someone, the stronger this channel becomes. The other person is also privy to seeing her own intentions and feelings via this channel. This often leaves her with a feeling of vertigo or feeling faint after the channel is broken.

→ Excellent Dancer
→ Well practiced in heels
→ Strategist
→ Medical Knowledge


Occupation- Romi works as a medical professional in the undercity.

Rank- Queen

Assigned Partner- n/a

Karma Level- High Karma


「 Notable Information 」


( ♕ ) Her colored markings are in the form of two teal circles- one on each shoulder blade.

( ♕ ) Being only 154 centimeters tall, and weighing only 49 kilograms, she is a rather small woman, and tends to wear heels to make herself appear taller, and thus more of an authority figure.

( ♕ ) The use of experimental drugs, and the extent to which they harmed her is a closely guarded secret. She is afraid that people would question her authority if they knew.

( ♕ ) Her voice reference is x Teresa (Claymore; English Dub)

( ♕ ) Birds terrify her.

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「 Iolite 」

「 #200」

「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Loren Llewellyn
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Wren/Iolite
ᴀɢᴇ → Twenty-Two
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/01/07
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → (Trans) Male ; he/him pronouns
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Pansexual

● resilient ● empathetic ● efficient ● impatient ● discreet ● aloof ●

What many may see as a rich brat raised in the uppercity, Loren is a hard worker at everything he does. He has always fought and clawed his way to the top, but has always let people wonder what they will about him. His aloofness may give him the appearance that he doesn't care much for anything, but for his friends and found family, he will always be ride or die.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」

Loren was born Aris Llewellyn- the only child to two wealthy business owners from the uppercity in Monochrome City. They came from old money, and as a child, Loren wanted for very little. His mother was overbearing and doted on him constantly whilst his father was a hardworking man who had climbed the corporate ladder all the way to the top. He was often taken care of by a strict nanny who bullied and tormented Loren due to his tomboyish appearance and tendencies. When Loren’s parents were home, his mother was over attentive, and she took great pride in any of his achievements even if they were the most basic of these. His father, on the other hand, was strict. He was a no-nonsense type man who didn’t put up with any type of back talking. He firmly lived by the belief that children should be seen and not heard.

He took an interest in gymnastics, and his parents allowed him to participate. It was a way to express himself and get out of the house- even despite him not being very good at it to start out. His parents also hoped that having other girls to influence him would break him of his boyish nature. He came to enjoy the sport, and even won several awards in competitions.

At the age of ten, his parents hosted a party for their wealthy friend. Loren was nowhere near marrying age, but they were already making plans with another family that also came from old money to share their wealth between their respective families by marrying their children. Unhappy with this, Loren made a scene by taking the kitchen shears and cutting his hair off in front of the guests. It was the first time that his father ever struck him.

Adolescence was harder, and the onset of puberty was a nightmare. Another such incident with the kitchen scissors occurred when his marriage to the other family's son was formally announced. Loren had been cornered by the boy when they were away from the group of party goers. The feeling of hands creeping along his body made him feel uncomfortable, and he barely remembered grabbing the scissors and jamming them into the other man's arm.

After that, he ran. As fast and as far as his legs could carry him. Caught up in one of the blasts in Monochrome City, Loren found himself in excruciating pain. Falling off the parallel bars had nothing on this. His mother rarely visited him in the hospital, and when the infection had carried its course, he found himself being next to be carted away to one of the prisons that had, by this point, adapted to learn to be more secure against its mutant inhabitants.

Loren managed to slip his restraints, once more finding himself running until he was exhausted. He'd never been to the undercity before, and to say it was culture shock was an understatement. Eventually, he stumbled into a rudimentary hospital dehydrated and exhausted. A woman took him in under her wing and treated his injuries with her strange thread-like abilities. He followed her and the others around like a puppy for some time- starting as a knight, and eventually working his way up as a rook.

「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-
→ Ferrokinesis→ the ability to control, alter, and shape metal to one's will. The harder the metal or alloy, the harder that it is to manipulate and shape. This is largely limited to what he is able to think of with his imagination and the amount of metal either on hand or in the area. In a pinch, he could use his scales as weapons, but he prefers to use the metal bands and bracelets along his arms and ankles as knives and blades.
→ Magnetic Disruption → He is able to intensify magnetic properties of anything he is able to touch- effectively turning every day objects into magnets. Using this, he could use these objects to do things such as climbing to a greater height, walking over an unjumpable distance, or even walking along larger objects upside down until the magnetic field of the object returns to normal (usually within a period of thirty minutes to an hour). A byproduct of this power is that all compasses in his vicinity will cease to function.
→ Scale Armor → Mimicking that of a dragon's scales. A result of the radiation from the medication no doubt. Parts of his face, neck, legs, and arms are covered in pale scale-like scarring. These scales do molt, and the act of growing new ones leaves him susceptible to attacks and harsh temperatures. They aren't entirely impervious either as they can be chipped and damaged. They don't protect his inner organs, and as they don't cover his entire body, the attacker may be able to find a weaker spot to attack before they grow tired of chipping away.

→ Excellent chef/baker
→ High pain tolerance;
→ Enhanced flexibility;
→ Basic first aid;



Occupation- A chef at The Needle & Thread

Rank- Rook

Assigned Partner- n/a

Karma Level- Neutral


「 Notable Information 」


→ His color mutation is a violet strip starting from the left side of his neck, and ending on his left thigh.

→ He has a major weakness for sweets, and food in general is an easy way to bribe him to forgive you if he's upset with you.

→ He dislikes his scales being touched unless he trusts them

[Xerial]

Because I simply cannot resist an intriguing new world/concept...

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“The secrets of the past are etched upon the circuitboards of our soul. We simply lack the language to unlock them.”

「 Quartz 」

「 #0255」

「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Redacted
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Syn-Ack
ᴀɢᴇ → 32
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/04/12
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Demiandrogyne Male (They/He/Them)
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Biromantic/Heterosexual

. mercurial . spiritual . inquisitive . wistful . playful . aesthete .

An chameleon who can socially or slip people's attention entirely. The quintesential wallflower one moment, quietly gathering information and soaking up emotional energy and then the next moment the witty socialite drawing everyone's attention and feeding off of it. They hold their true self under deep layers of obfuscation. Only a chosen few know the truth, that they hold a quasi-religious belive that there are hidden connections between all people and the world around them.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」

Much of Quartz' life, even their true name, are lost behind veils of corrupted records. Even with an eidetic memory their identity is lost to layers of falsehoods and a myriad of masks. They know the truth of things, deep down, but choose not to dwell upon secrets so mundane as their own.

What is known is that Quartz was a ward of the state in their youth. They bounced between institutions both foster and psychiatric but at some point they became lost in the boundries between. In their teenage years Quartz found their home in interstitial communities. Tent cities. Nomadic camps on the fringes of society. Hacker collectives. Communes. They moved about, never settling for too long, seeking beauty in a world where people all too often saw little but grey.

At some point their trajectory collided with a bemused patron who introduced them to high society and the various vices it has to offer. For the better part of a decade they fell into a Bachhanalian lifestyle, flitting from circle to circle and indulging in whatever fantastical trip they could find. They would ingratiate themselves into a community, enjoy what false joys it had to offer, and then evaportate along with some purloined wealth.

Eventually, Quartz found themselves among the most dangerous of groups yet. Anarchists of some means. They did not set off the bombs, but they knew they were coming and warned no one. Something compelled them, however, to watch. To experience the devestation firsthand from what they thought would be a safe distance.

And they woke up... changed.

The room they woke up was not a hospital. It was the back room of a club. Someone from his past thought it would be best to hide them from the authorities. That was until they saw it. The blue. Quartz awoke with vivid blue eyes in stark contrast to his silver hair. Eyes that haunted the old friend enough to call the authorities.

Quartz was lucky enough to get a flash from the comms call. It gave him the time to stumble out the back door of the club and down a stairwell that would ultimately take him to the undercity he had played in when he was young.

「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-

→ Technogenic → While he cannot exert control over technological devices directly, Quartz can commune with the spirits that inhabit them. He can negotiate with the ghosts in the machines and ask services of them. Often such a bargain involves giving some of their biological energy to the spirit. The larger the ask and the less inclined the spirit would be (or the greater the risk to the spirit's host), the more it takes out of him.

→ Awakening  → Through exertion of time and the use of his Technogenic abilities, Quartz is able to reach into a deeper plane of data and summon a new spirit to inhabit a 'dead' technological device. The spirit will be newborn and barely able to control its device, but with proper exposure to a network or tutelage from Alvis or another spirit will grow at an accelerated rate.

→ Synthesthesia → Quartz can touch upon the surface layer data of nearby devices and share 'senses' with them. This can be something as simple as visual or auditory information or more complex data such as barometrics. As a biproduct of an unconscious probing of the technology around him, Alvis has a a perfect sense of timing and his geographic location.

→ Eidetic Memory
→ Polyglot
→ Urban Explorer

Occupation - Quartz supports themselves by working as a Private Investigator.

Rank- Bishop

Assigned Partner-
Leave blank for now.

Karma Level- Neutral Karma

「 Notable Information 」

♗The back of Quartz' left hand bears a traces of blue color-marking that could be mistaken for blood vessels. They do not, however, follow an organic pattern. The marking goes up their wrist almost halfway to their elbow.

♗ Quartz was a person of interest even before they joined Technicolor. There are several conflicting case files open on them. Each tracking a different identity they were using at the time they came up on an agency's radar.

♗Voice Reference: Ciarán Strange

♗Quartz is prone to talking to random cars.

“I could murder a sandwich right now. What? Am I always supposed to sound like some kind of prophet?

[shroom]

Alright, this should be a ready to go character sheet. I've put up a face reference that hopefully isn't too misleading, better than nothing I suppose.

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“Doesn't matter what the rest of the world says. If you can find your own beat, the rhythm of your own heart, follow it.”


「 Jet 」

「 #0705 」


「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Christina Halcyon
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Chris, Cee, C-Bird
ᴀɢᴇ → 27
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/12/7
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Nonbinary (They/Them)
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Asexual, Panromantic

● quiet ● creative ● energetic ● distrustful ● intense ● athletic ●

A tough and independent warrior who is willing to fight for what they believe in. Puts up a strong front because they know if they ever break or slip it could be disastrous for the people they care about. Not much in the way of social graces but is trying to be a better team player now that they're part of something bigger. Is able to open up and relax only if they feel safe and are around people they really trust, but in those situations is actually quite fun to be around.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」
Life wasn't very interesting before the bombs. Born female to a middle-class family and raised in relative comfort, Christina was an indistinguishable face in the crowd for most of her life. As a child she developed an early fascination with stories of the world as it once was, full of bright and vibrant colors. In the struggle to recreate that mythical beauty, music became her central passion. Delving deep into the most underground and niche music scenes she could find, she became a fan of most every local indie band in Monochrome city.

Even with a creative outlet to enjoy, the young girl always had this oppressive sense of unease, that something in her life was wrong. She had a hard time making personal connections, always finding her supposed friends abandoning or betraying her due to her anger issues and general unpleasantness. She tried finding physical outlets for her frustration: mixing vigorous martial arts into her dancing, getting into various sports and even competing in professional kickboxing. These were all well and good as tools for venting, but none of them addressed the underlying problem.

It wasn't until she started therapy that she realized the source of her anger issues, and began exploring her gender identity. He presented masculine and went by "Chris" for a while before realizing they didn't identify with either of the gender binaries and discovering they felt most comfortable being gender neutral.

But even then, once they had realized who they were and the issues with gender seemed to slip so far out of relevancy that they didn't even mind being misgendered anymore, that itch for something to change still remained. Now better at introspection because of the skills developed through therapy and the self assurance from a comfortable understanding of their gender, Cee realized the problems weren't with themself but with the society around them. The disparity between the uppercity and the undercity was unjust, and the best way they could see to change it was through political reform.

So it was that Cee started to get involved with politics. Just their luck then that the first election after they became political was the one undercity anarchists decided to mess with. And just their luck that they were live in person at one of the political events where a bomb went off. Most of what happened was a blur, just a vague memory of holding the lifeless corpse of the person who had been standing right in front of them before passing out.

Waking up in a hospital, they were told they had been horribly mutilated and were lucky to still be alive. Their lower jaw had been badly damaged, and while the doctors were able to get it at least functional so Cee could still talk and chew, it was never going to heal fully. Not only that, but there were strange, inorganically shaped marks on their legs that if they looked closely enough, seemed less like they were black and almost as if they were a dark orange...

The hospital, having taken in numerous victims of the bombing, was quickly quarantined when it was discovered the bombs carried an unknown pathogen in addition to their explosive payload. Cee was lucky in a strange way to have been so horribly injured. When the military came to round up the few who seemed to be surviving the contagion, they first took the healthy ones while Cee was still recovering from their jaw reconstruction. Having already started down the road of distrusting the government, the military kidnappings certainly didn't sit well with them.

They pretended to recover slower than they actually were, and when their time came to disappear to wherever the rest of the surviving infected were being taken to they took their would-be captors by surprise. Years of sports and martial arts training, and a little bit of help from some unexpected new powers, helped them knock the soldiers out and make a break for it. They ran to the only place safe from the now hostile government - the undercity.

What they found in the undercity was pitiable: poverty, desperation and neglect. But there was one group that drew their eye: the Technicolor. People with strange color markings just like Cee who were doing what they could to help those around them. Joining up with the other color marked individuals, they took on the codename Jet and finally started to feel for the first time in their life that they'd found somewhere they truly belonged.

Jet's skill and dedication quickly saw them rising from a newly recruited pawn to an up-and-coming knight.


「 Declassified Information 」

Skills & Abilities-

→ Double Jump → A bit more complicated than the name implies, Jet can conjure momentary footholds under their feet to seemingly jump in mid-air. They can do this multiple times in a row to perform triple, quad or even more jumps, but the energy required increases exponentially with each jump, only resetting when they finally land on solid ground. The cost can be reduced by anchoring the footholds to something solid, allowing Jet to run up, run along and jump off walls.

→ Barrier → With a sweep of the leg, Jet can conjure temporary semi-transparent orange hard light walls. These walls can withstand a decent amount of force, being able to stand up for a few minutes against gunfire or other violent assault before shattering. If left alone, they last for an hour before disappearing. The more barriers currently active and the more recently they've been created, the more costly it is to create a new one. Jet can always dismiss their own barriers with a simple tap of the foot to refund some of the cost, but this also means the moment Jet steps on or kicks off of one of their barriers it disappears.

→ Super Kick → Jet can augment their leg based attacks with incredible force, breaking stone and sending opponents flying. For a bit of extra effort, they can also cause their kicks to send out medium range shockwaves of destructive force. Jet freely controls the power level of their super kicks, with stronger kicks requiring more effort to perform.

→ Strong, well trained and athletic
→ Brave, focused and dedicated
→ Great sense of rhythm (and taste in music)
→ Combat experienced

Occupation-  MMA fighter in undercity fighting rings

Rank- Knight

Assigned Partner- Leave blank for now.

Karma Level- Medium Karma (few mission failures, but doesn't always work well with others)


「 Notable Information 」

♘ Colored markings are orange hexagram-based patterns on both their legs, focused around their knees but trailing down to their feet.
♘ Speaks with a slight speech impediment due to their injured jaw. Nothing you could notice through written dialogue, but noticeable when speaking to them in person.
♘ Always wears a high collar, bandanna, face mask or other covering of their lower face so others don't have to look at their disfigured jaw.
♘ Carries a music player with them at all times and listens to tunes if there's nothing they need to otherwise be listening to.

“I always suspected music is to the ears what color was to the eyes. After becoming Technicolor, I found out I was right.”

[Solrlee]

Hello all!

Sorry for the delay, I've been sick over the weekend, and have just been getting over the last few symptoms life threw at me this week. I'll read your sheets tonight. I skimmed them yesterday when I was laying in bed, but haven't had a chance to dedicate a moment to reading!

I went ahead and slapped my second character in my post with my first one as well. I love this thread so very much so if you have any questions, don't be afraid to reach out to me or Shenzi.

[Rashol]

Dropping an attempted character here.  I hope it's ok.

Tourmeline

"Sometimes, all we can do is run"

「 Codename* 」Tourmeline

「 Badge ID Number 」XF246G

「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Cassandra Epoch, Tour
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Tour, Cassie
ᴀɢᴇ → 22
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/11/15
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Female
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Bi

. Fearful . Loyal . Insecure . Generous. Protective . Dutiful .

Tour is scared of herself, the military and everyone around her.  The powers granted by the virus turned her into a freak, and then she was a pariah even from Technicolor for awhile after they lost so many in the prison break that sprang her, and she was the only one (that she knows) who walked away whole from that sorry event. She knows she owes Technicolor her life, probably several times and as a result, she tries to be of service. Somewhere, under all her insecurities is a good woman who wants to protect her teammates and provide a new life for those who suffered the after effects of the virus.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」
The daughter of Cadmon Epoch and Amalia Lenster, Cassandra never wanted for anything.

Epoch enterprises was a growing power, a rising star, and the family fortune rose with it.

Fine dresses, plush teddy bears and expensive blown glass flowers no bigger than her finger. She was whimsical and fanciful, moving from one craze to another.  One thing captured her attention piano music, more than the crashing metal style, or thrash, more than the electronic zither of dance music. She just listened to the lonely serenity of the classic piano, and learned to play it too.

Then came great news. Her brother was going to be married to Lydia Carmile, a great upset, and victory, for her family. Or it should have been. Someone at the party had been infected by the virus she had heard about on the visa, and soon enough, she was spiralling into darkness herself.

「 Life In Quarantine 」
Her parents tried to visit, tried to get her transferred to private facilities, but nothing worked, bribes or threats. Cassandra was infected, and had to stay where she was.  The sign of her infection was a triple helix, of intersecting large and small bright green rectangles that went under her breasts, around her shoulders and circled her collarbone.

Quarantine was a very difficult experience for Cassandra. With none of her distractions or creature comforts or expectancies catered to, her days stretched away in boredom. There were random beatings, and after she experienced one, she didn't move for days after, cowering in the corner of her cell. Cassandra lost sight of her previous life somewhere along the way.

She watched two breakouts happen, but refused to leave. She didn't want anymore pain, or more beatings.

Except the beatings increased. Who had seen anything? Who could name accomplices? Anyone with any information would get preferential treatment. No-one, not even Cassandra volunteered.

Then a feisty woman was brought in one day, and thrown into the cell next door.  They were able to talk briefly at meal times and exercise. She was called Bixby and told Cassandra about events outside. There was both outrage, and acceptance of the way they were being treated. Acceptance from the upper, outrage from lower.  She passed messages among the inmates; another breakout. This time, Cassandra listened.

It was a disaster, the guards were ready. The group fought back and Cassandra watched as one after another of her fellows was brought down.  She grabbed Bixby, pulled her with her, even as the elder woman turned with fury on her tormentors.

A shot rang out, and Bixby sagged against Cassandra.  She ran, veered got lost. She had no idea how she had managed with Bixby holding on to her. She turned one corner after another, passed doors and closed them until gasping. She collapsed at a great opening into the outside world. One more push, and they would both be free.

She hauled Bixby up, and staggered to the exit.  She waved at a line of shadowed figures.

Someone spoke into a communicator. "This is relief force D, we have rabbits.. Bixbite down! We need a medic and evac."

No-one else, as far as Tour knew, got out that day. She wasn't even allowed to see Bixby, and had to make her life over with Technicolour.

「 Life Post Technicolor 」
Tour has suddenly been faced with a harsh reality. A reality where she has to work to make ends meet. With no transferable skills, she has found herself running basically scut work for whatever currency she can manage and living hand to mouth. Even eating the food she could afford proved difficult for the first couple of weeks.  She is getting better at waitressing and cleaning and is starting to learn how to make patty, and slop. The first rule of both is, never ask what's in it.

Although her upper city "pride" still surfaces, Tour has got better at controlling it and not taking so much for granted.  The undercity has been, and still is, a learning experience for her. She has gained, aside from a reputation for bein a wet blanket, a reputation for being a bleeding heart as well. "I guess I remember what it was like to have everything, so giving someone here something, even for a little while, is worth the price."


「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-
"Run Away" When she runs away, usually in sheer panic, she unconsciously manipulates the path ahead of her to move herself and up to three companions to another safer location.  She has to lose any pursuers first, by turning corners, or closing doors.  Simply dodging behind a pillar doesn't work, and she has to keep moving. If she stops, the location solidifies, and they can once again be located.

Upper City Knowledge
Antiques knowledge
Piano


Occupation-
Janitor, waitress, odd-job lady

Rank-
Pawn

Assigned Partner-
Leave blank for now.

Karma Level-
Negative Karma.  She hasn't run any "mission" since her escape. But the assisted escape by Technicolor went so badly wrong, she still carries the stigma for it. Only she and Bixby (Bixbite) made it out and Bixby was critically injured.

「 Notable Information 」


This portion is completely optional. Though, feel free to use this as an "Other" tab for any other useful information that was not described already.


“Just because I'm scared, doesn't mean I won't."

[Solrlee]

I really like the sheets you guys have submitted!
To be honest with you, I didn't expect any interest, but I'm pleasantly surprised. Everything is looking good, guys, and the three of you can count yourselves as accepted. :)

[Solrlee]

Is there anymore interest in this? Otherwise we just wait on Shenzi to make her characters and we can begin.

[Silvered Sutures]

「 Kyanite 」


「 #4574 」



「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Xiomara Ray Blackacre
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → X-Ray, Black
ᴀɢᴇ → 30
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/04/02
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Hermaphrodite/Fem-flexible
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Gynesexual

. Pragmatic . Methodical . Stolid . Detached . Machiavellian . Sociopathic .
X-Ray's penultimate goal in life has always been survival, and this became particularly true following the events of the bombing. Irradiated and infuriated, she somehow managed to convince herself on a subconscious level to excise her emotions in order to focus on the greater picture and achieve for herself a life she would be content with, no matter the cost. Paradoxically, without emotions or attachments, she is completely unfettered, and willing to do anything to succeed with little regard for the life and well-being of those she cares not for.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」
Little is known about X-Ray prior to the incident, in part because she willed herself to forget her past to focus on her present and future. What is known is that she was from an average background, lived an average life, went to an average school, had average grades and was an average Epoch employee until she suffered average consequences of the bombing as a result of the radiation, right up to mutation. She does not recall a family, nor the events that lead her here, and this is by her own admission by design in order to maximize her chances at success and avoid dwelling on things she considered traumatic. It is—by her own admission—to be understood that her past contained nothing enviable, noteworthy, or otherwise distinct.

「 Declassified Information 」


Skills & Abilities-

→Conscious Mind Suppression → X-Ray is able to suppress her conscious mind in part or in whole, essentially turning it "off," placing her in a trance-like state where she acts purely on acute instinct. To a lesser extent she can use it for sub-sections of the mind as well, whether memories, emotions, desires, fears, sensations, or even instincts themselves, paradoxically.

→Isoportation → X-Ray can teleport in place, rearranging the position of her body or limbs, cancel or retain velocity and momentum, stop her movement, change direction and change her orientation, or repeatedly moving while remaining in place at a rate faster than light to avoid light rays and effectively induce invisibility.

→X-Ray Generation → X-Ray is capable of generating, well, X-rays. This has several applications from X-ray vision and temperature regulation to inducing cellular destruction in the targets of her rays.

Occupation-
Therapist

Rank-
Bishop

Assigned Partner-
Leave blank for now.

Karma Level-
Neutral - No mission failures, works very poorly with others.


「 Notable Information 」

°Her colored marking is an azure inverted cross just below her xiphisternum roughly the size of a thumbnail. 
°Her eyes are blue when she is not using her X-ray vision... which is almost never the case due to a constant desire to be aware of her surroundings.
°Her eyes can roll to the back of her head which, combined with her X-ray vision, allows her to see behind herself without turning around.
°Her voice reference is Amanda Celine Miller
°As an habitual smoker, X-Ray's preferred brand of cigarettes are rolled gold full blend king sizes. Her intentional minimizing of her own thoughts and oral fixation mean she goes through a pack a day. 

[Solrlee]

Hello Silver,

I like your characters, but I do feel like some of your abilities are maybe a little strong and you have too many or they could be condensed a little bit. I am limiting the actual power set to three powers per person, and you have 5.

Could you please condense them down to three powers to match the rest?

[Silvered Sutures]

Fixed as requested, unless you'd like me to tone it down further?

[Yori]

I have four powers listed, but they're really only two... manipulation and sense through constructs

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“That is like deep, man. Rock hard and deep as granite.”

「 Ammolite 」

「 #7951」

「 Classified Information 」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ → David
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Rocky
ᴀɢᴇ → 23
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → xxxx/06/28
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Male
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Heterosexual (at least for now)

. down to earth . unsophisticated . uneducated . smarter than he looks . imaginative . hyperphantasia .

David has lived in near isolation much of his life, a prisoner in a box formed as a single solid acrylic cell with openings in the ceiling to let him in and out (while suitably drugged), ventilation, food, waste, and light holes. Essentially unsocialized since he was recognized as an infected 12 years ago, he is just beginning to learn how to interact with others and has little understanding of social taboos or mores other than what he was able to learn from reading the few books that his government keepers would allow him. As a defense against the mind destroying boredom, he learned to imagine the things he could not have so vividly that they might have been real.

「 Life Before Technicolor 」

David knows that he had parents and has a few vivid memories of the time before his skin changed, but cannot be sure how much is real and how much is imaginary. He is certain that they were not well off.

His parents tried to hide David, but the darkening of his skin and the color variations that went with it mad it hard to hide. Especially since he did not understand the need to stay hidden.

He learned to manipulate dirt and stone to a limited degree before his capture, but was not aggressive enough at his age to fight off his captors when they came for him with tranquilizers.

In his cell, he was allowed nothing that he might be able to manipulate with his ability, not even clothing that might collect and conceal dirt. He would collect small amounts of materials, garnered from the dust that made it through the vents, and make toys for himself, but they were inevitably removed when his keepers feared that it might be large enough for a weapon or tool.

While imprisoned, he tried to imagine the life he was missing. He imagined the boring slop they fed him was his favorite foods or even made up his own imagined foods. He imagined himself wearing rock as armor and making the ground swallow those that had captured him or were trying to capture him.

A raid against a government facility freed him and his ability to manipulate dirt and rock became evident when his skinny body became covered by sculpted dirt, not just protecting him, but making him look like a handsome living statue as he had envisioned many times. The possibility of making a knight out of him was obvious.

「 Declassified Information 」
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Skills & Abilities-

→ Dirt/Rock manipulation - can sculpt anything he can imagine and make it move as if animated - must be touching or within a few inches to control - can be used to throw, but does not give levitation to controlled material (he has made paper-airplane like things before out of very thin layers), does not give extraordinary strength for movement. Solid materials are more difficult to manipulate, needing to be broken down over time into smaller and smaller bits for smoother surfaces and movement.

→ Elemental attunement - can use controlled dirt/rock as an extension of his senses, detecting heat, light (vague impressions, not actual images), pressure, chemistry (taste/smell), and vibrations (hearing).

→ Stone skin - forms a layer of dirt/stone as armor around himself - external appearance as he imagines, typically humanoid, but he has a wild imagination - surface can flow into cracks/openings, allowing safe climbing, lockpicking, extended senses, etc. - does not increase strength except when it comes to rooting himself in place it can be as solid as stone.

→ Enhanced senses - can see effectively in near darkness - can hear faint sounds and pick specific sounds out of a loud background - can imitate sounds near perfectly - can feel surface features down to the size of a grain of fine sand (0.075mm) - can see(vague impressions)/smell/taste from any part of his body (essentially, his body is almost like a construct and he can use his elemental attunement through any part of it - may be able to learn to heal himself and otherwise directly modify his body in the future - this is also why he's relatively fit and strong despite doing practically no exercise while in captivity).


Occupation - None yet. Skin appearance makes going out in public problematic.

Rank- Pawn to be trained as knight

Assigned Partner-
Leave blank for now.

Karma Level- Neutral Karma

「 Notable Information 」

♗The surface of his constructs, like the surface of his skin, always has diffractive color variations, similar to those in Ammolite but darker. It feels smooth, but actually has microscopic cracks like a diffraction grating that separates the colors from white light.

♗ His eyes are iridescent pink and reflect light in the dark like an animal's. His skin used to be pale before he became infected.

“I do not know what to say here. Not like I learned to talk in my cell."