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Sunlight, So Bright (Disco Elysium/Project Moon)
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You've distorted, lost your mind and broken down. Yet you still move, still think and still act. Now with the addition of 16 voices rattling around your mind.
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    The City, capital T, and capital C. A massive beast on the verge of death shuddering on for just another day, with Wings as organs and the Head as the throbbing pulsing brain. The twenty-six Nests under Wings bask in their light while the twenty-six Backstreets languish away from them.

    People served the City, feeding themself into the massive beast as is groaned and moved forward another day. People could make something, could change just who they are in this city.

    That doesn't matter though, you failed. Your mind crumbled and you reached out to that voice, the song in your heart that offered to take away your pain, to whisk your higher thoughts away and let you be yourself.

    Just who was yourself, that person who crumbled and fell into distortion?

    Who were you?
    [] A normal person
    -Despite what many think the City isn't filled with monsters, there are plenty of normal folk and you are them. Living a normal life with a normal job.

    [] A Fixer
    -The job anybody can get into, no matter their background. It's a dangerous living but the risks pay off if you can manage them, if being the key word.

    [] A Syndicate Member
    -The line between legal and illegal is practically nonexistent and the bigger Syndicates are practically no different than your everyday Fixer office, or so they claim.

    [] Involved with a Wing
    -The Wings move the world and you were part of them. Whether that be as a test subject, a secret keeper or a mere cog in the machine you had privilege like no other.

    Characteristics
    [] Name
    [] Gender
    [] Appearance
    [] Other characteristics


    This is a Disco Elysium/Project Moon quest where you play as a distortion. The specifics of the stats will come after the other parts of character creation, these choices only determine your background and have no strict mechanical effects. These first few updates will likely be short as character creation is worked through.

    If you have any questions just ask.
     
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    • Fortitude
    The body is a fortress, strength built upon layers of bone, muscle, and grit.
    Vitalis is the skill of withstanding hardship. Whether it's pushing through physical exertion, enduring the harshest conditions, or simply continuing despite your body's natural limits, you endure. Your body becomes a bastion against the ravages of time and nature, a well-oiled machine that refuses to be ground down—when others falter, you carry on.

    At high levels you are a titan of endurance, able to push your body far beyond what should be possible. You march through the harshest conditions without breaking a sweat, and you recover from exertion faster than anyone else. Pain is little more than a whisper in the background of your consciousness. But sometimes, the question lingers—what happens when you stop, when you keep trying?

    At low levels your body is a wreck, a fragile shell that can barely withstand the stresses placed on it. Every task, no matter how small, feels like an ordeal. Your stamina is depleted, and you tire easily, dragging yourself from one task to the next. The world feels heavy, and your body seems to be at odds with you, constantly reminding you of your fragility. It's a battle just to keep going, and you're losing.

    Don't flinch when the world tries to break you. Pain is your ally, your constant companion—and you've learned to live with it, even thrive in it.

    Grim Tenacity is the skill of accepting and overcoming pain. Whether it's physical injury, emotional trauma, or the slow burn of exhaustion, you've learned how to push through it all. Pain no longer dictates your actions—it's a tool, an experience to be mastered. This skill is about sheer willpower, forcing your body to do what it must, no matter the cost.

    At high levels you are impervious to pain, or at least you pretend to be. You keep going even when your body screams at you to stop. You can walk through fire, literally and metaphorically, and keep going without even a tremor. But the question looms—how long before the toll of ignoring pain catches up with you? Is this strength, or denial?

    At low levels every scrape, every bruise feels like the end. Your body rebels at the slightest discomfort, making every task feel unbearable. You're a prisoner of your own nerves, every pain a new wave that crashes over you, pushing you to the brink. It's as though your body betrays you at every turn, making you question how much longer you can keep going before the pain finally overwhelms you.

    The urge for violence and indulgence burns hot in your chest. The rush, the chaos—it drives you, fuels you, calls to you like an unquenchable fire.

    Carnage Drive is the skill of surrendering to the base urges of the body—violence, adrenaline, pleasure, and pain all wrapped into one intoxicating mix. When it kicks in, you feel unstoppable, a force of nature capable of smashing through any obstacle in your path. This skill is about embracing your primal side, letting the urges take control and carry you to places that others wouldn't dare go. It's not about thinking; it's about feeling, acting, and doing.

    At high levels you become a whirlwind of destruction, consumed by the thrill of the moment. Your actions are fueled by raw passion and unrestrained emotion. You are powerful, dangerous, and unstoppable, and you revel in it. But beneath it all, a voice whispers—what happens when the adrenaline fades? Will you still know who you are when the chaos dies down?

    At low levels you feel the urges simmering inside you, but they're distant, suppressed, hard to reach. Your body aches for release, for a way to feel something, anything. Without that rush, everything feels flat, empty. You can't tap into the power you know lies within you, and it's frustrating, maddening. The world feels muted, and you're not sure how long you can stand the silence.

    The city is alive. You feel her in your bones, in the tremor beneath your skin. She speaks to you, whispers your name through the wind, and you listen.
    Well of Light is the skill of attuning to the energies of the City, sensing the invisible forces that swirl around you. You feel the pulse of the city, the way it shifts and moves, its secrets lying just beneath the surface. It's about tapping into something greater, a deep connection with the land, the streets, and the people. The bottomless pit that dwells under the streets of the City.

    At high levels the City reveals itself to you in ways that seem supernatural. You can hear the whispers of the city, the unspoken secrets hiding in the wind. You feel the weight of history on your shoulders, the pulse of every living thing around you. It's exhilarating, but it's also maddening. You are no longer just a part of the world—you are a conduit for her voice. The line between you and the city blurs, and you wonder if you've lost yourself in it.

    At low levels the world feels distant, disconnected. You walk through the city, but it's as though you're moving through a fog. You can't sense the currents, can't hear the hum that others seem to feel. It's like everything around you is out of sync, and no matter how hard you try, you can't tap into the energy that seems to vibrate just beyond your reach. You're disconnected, adrift in a world that doesn't make sense.

    Prudence
    The mind's architect, the framework builder. Every thought follows a path, every problem is a system to be understood.

    Neural Framework is your capacity to analyze, deduce, and construct airtight arguments. It untangles webs of logic and helps you find connections where others see none. You'll spot contradictions, dismantle falsehoods, and make sound, calculated decisions—no loose ends.

    At high levels your mind is a machine. You catch every inconsistency and tear down faulty reasoning before others even realize it exists. Your deductions are flawless—so flawless that they can alienate people. Sometimes, you're so deep in the mechanics of logic that you lose touch with emotional subtleties.

    At low levels your thoughts are muddled, tangled in half-formed ideas and fuzzy conclusions. Everything feels slippery—logic turns to sand in your hands. You miss simple patterns and fall prey to faulty assumptions. Complex problems feel insurmountable, and doubt creeps in with every mental misstep. In the end, you're grasping at solutions that don't quite hold together.

    A vast server of knowledge. Facts, figures, dates—all cataloged and accessible on demand.

    Data Management makes you a living database, retrieving even the most obscure information with a snap. Historical events, technical knowledge, or rare trivia—nothing escapes your internal archive.

    At high levels your brain is an endless warehouse, categorizing and retrieving information in microseconds. You can instantly recall obscure regulations, forgotten codes, or historical parallels to any situation. You're the smartest person in the room—until you become too fixated on minutiae. With all this knowledge, you can get lost in irrelevant details, burying yourself in facts no one else cares about while the real problem passes you by.

    At low levels you struggle to recall even basic information. Dates, names, key facts—everything escapes your grasp. Your brain feels foggy, unreliable, and when you're most desperate for a critical piece of knowledge, you come up blank. Gaps in your knowledge leave you unprepared, fumbling in situations where others expect you to have the answers.

    Creator of worlds. The impossible becomes possible in the theater of your mind.

    Imagination takes you beyond the limits of logic and into realms of creative genius. You're able to visualize abstract concepts, see artistic beauty in chaos, and invent revolutionary ideas out of thin air. In the corporate dystopia, this makes you a visionary, dreaming up strategies others can't even comprehend.

    At high levels you are a visionary, a genius ahead of your time. Your imagination breathes life into abstract concepts that others could never even dream of. You're the source of groundbreaking ideas, revolutionary designs, and bizarre, outlandish solutions that just might work. However, your creativity can spiral out of control, leading you to chase impossible fantasies and lose touch with practicality. You might propose grand ideas no one else can execute—or even comprehend.

    At low levels your mind feels closed, like the creative spark inside you has fizzled out. You struggle to think beyond the obvious, trapped in conventional solutions and stale ideas. Everything feels uninspired. You can't see outside the box because, to you, the box is all there is. Others come up with fresh perspectives while you remain stuck in a dull, repetitive loop.

    Time is a pattern, and you can see it unfolding.

    Temporal Reconstruction allows you to reconstruct events from fragmented details. You see a broken cup, and in your mind, you trace back its entire history—from the moment it shattered to the hand that threw it. When you walk into a room, you can piece together the moments that led to its current state, like rewinding time.

    At high levels time is your playground. You can piece together events with uncanny accuracy, seeing through chaos to reconstruct the flow of actions that led to any given moment. You're able to solve complex mysteries in mere moments, retracing steps others would miss entirely. But the past becomes addictive. You may find yourself trapped in endless loops of recollection, obsessively replaying scenarios in your head as you chase every possible outcome.

    At low levels you barely notice the signs of what's come before. A shattered object, a bloody handprint—they mean nothing more to you than any other ordinary detail. Without the ability to reconstruct events, you miss key clues and fail to connect the dots. The past is a blur, and you struggle to see how the present became the way it is.

    Justice
    The mind is a battlefield, and you are the soldier.

    Mentis is the ability to gauge and control your own mental fortitude. It's your personal resistance to despair, to self-doubt, to the world grinding you down. Some days it feels like you're one bad thought away from breaking, but you fight on. This is the skill of mental survival, of remaining unshaken in the face of adversity.

    At high levels you are the rock. The storm rages around you, but you remain unbroken, grounded in your own resilience. You face the worst that the world has to offer, and you smile, knowing that it can't touch you. Yet you'll be unmoving, uncaring in the face of real emotion.

    At low levels you are fragile, a thin thread waiting to snap. Every setback feels like a personal failure, every failure a sign that you're no longer in control. The mental toll is wearing you down, and the weight of doubt grows heavier each day. You don't have the strength to endure forever; you're waiting for the breaking point, but you're too scared to know when it will come.

    Everything happens for a reason, or so they say. You can feel it, can't you? The cosmic strings pulling everything together, all at once.

    Synchronicity is that quiet, unsettling feeling that the universe is connected—every event, every encounter, every seemingly random moment has meaning. You can sense patterns that no one else sees, hear whispers of fate in the wind. Your instinct tells you that everything is exactly as it should be, even if that "should" makes no sense at all.

    At high levels you see the threads that bind everything together. The universe's grand design unfolds before your eyes, and you understand it's strange rhythm. Every coincidence is a secret message, every encounter an omen. You begin to believe that you're more than a mere participant in this cosmic dance; you're the one who holds the key. But, sometimes, the burden of knowing too much—of seeing too much—can be overwhelming. Is it fate, or is it all in your head?

    At low levels you feel out of step with the world, like you're stumbling through a dream that doesn't make sense. There's no rhyme or reason to anything, no cosmic order. Everything is random, chaotic, and meaningless. You grasp at patterns that slip through your fingers, but they never take shape. The dissonance is maddening, and you begin to wonder if you're losing touch with something vital—something the world was trying to tell you, but you missed.

    People are like instruments. You can feel their vibrations, hear their inner tune. You understand them, even when they don't understand themselves.

    Resonance is the ability to understand and connect with others on a deep, emotional level. It's not just about reading faces—it's about feeling their pain, their joy, their unspoken truths. You resonate with them. You sense what they need, what they want, what they fear, and you wield that knowledge with the subtlety of a virtuoso.

    At high levels you can read people like a book, every word, every gesture revealing something deep and hidden. You understand them better than they understand themselves. Your empathy borders on the supernatural, and you can tap into others' feelings with ease. But that depth of understanding comes with its own cost—sometimes, their pain becomes your own. And you start to wonder: can you keep taking on everyone's burdens without losing yourself in the process?

    At low levels you are lost in a fog of emotional confusion. People's faces are masks, their voices hollow echoes. You can't feel what they feel, and you find yourself alienated, disconnected from the human experience. You try to understand, to reach out, but it's like you're speaking a language no one else knows. The more you try to resonate with others, the more you realize you're just too far removed from their world.

    Command is not given—it is taken. People bend to your will because they must.
    Supremacy is exerting control over others with nothing but the weight of your presence. It's the ability to make people listen, to make them believe that you're in charge—whether or not you actually are. They follow because they feel that your strength of will is unbreakable, and that alone compels them. You don't need to explain; you need only to exist.

    At high levels you are a force of nature. People listen to you. They follow you. They believe in you, because you radiate power and certainty. The world bends to your will, and you make decisions with the kind of authority that sends tremors through the room. But with that power comes a silent loneliness—the awareness that your command is all that people see, and nothing more. Who are you, really, when they stop following?

    At low levels you're a hollow shell, a paper tiger. No one takes you seriously. You speak, and your voice trembles. You try to impose your will, but it's like pushing against a stone wall—unmoved, unbothered, unaware. You feel powerless in the face of others' indifference, and the more you try to project strength, the more they see through you. You're not a leader; you're just someone waiting for someone else to take charge.

    Temperance
    The body moves like a finely tuned instrument, each muscle firing in perfect harmony. Your mind is the conductor, guiding every step, every punch, every maneuver.

    Kinetics Expertise is the skill of perfecting the mechanics of the human body. It's knowing your limits, but pushing beyond them, turning every move into a fluid extension of your intent. From the graceful art of combat to the precise movement of your limbs in any physical task, you understand the dynamics of the body like a dance, where every motion counts.

    At high levels your body becomes a weapon, a machine in perfect sync with your mind. You anticipate every movement with unnatural precision—your strikes are faster, your steps lighter, and every action more efficient than before. You are a master of motion, capable of feats that defy ordinary human limits. But there's always a nagging feeling in the back of your mind: Are you still human? Or are you becoming something else entirely?

    At low levels you are painfully aware of your body's limitations. Every move feels like you're fighting against yourself, the weight of your body dragging you down. Your reflexes are slow, your form clumsy. You try to move with grace, but it's as if the physical world doesn't understand your intentions. The world around you feels alien, and your body seems to betray you at every turn.

    Flesh and metal. Together, they form something greater than either could ever be alone. You've learned how to manipulate that bond, pushing human potential beyond its natural confines.

    Bio-Cyber Modulation is the art of melding human biology with cutting-edge technology. It's not just about implants or upgrades—it's about understanding how to synchronize them with the human mind and body. This skill is about tweaking the systems of your own being to unlock new abilities or overcome limitations. It's the future of humanity… or maybe it's the start of something else.
    At high levels your body has become a symbiosis of flesh and machine, so seamless it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. Cybernetic enhancements aren't just tools—they're part of your identity. Your mind has adapted to the modifications, pushing your body beyond its original design. But deep inside, there's a voice that wonders: Are you still you? Or have you become something colder, something more calculated?

    At low levels your body fights against the invasive technology. Every implant feels like an alien presence, disconnected from your human core. You struggle to synchronize, to feel comfortable in your own skin, but it's like trying to force together incompatible pieces. Every twitch, every malfunction, reminds you that you might be pushing too far, too fast. The future seems like a distant, unattainable dream.

    Time bends and twists, and you've learned to ride its currents like a surfer on a wave. You can sense the moment before it happens, your body reacting faster than thought.

    Chrono Reflex is the ability to perceive and respond to the flow of time in a way that others can't. It's not about slowing things down, but about speeding up your own mind and body to match the flow. You can sense the immediate future, catching tiny shifts in momentum and adjusting your actions before they even happen. It's the gift of timing, the perfect response in a world that's always rushing ahead.

    At high levels time seems to slow for you, but only because you've become so attuned to its flow. You react with perfect precision, anticipating every shift in the air before it even happens. You can dodge a bullet, weave between opponents, and calculate the perfect strike. But sometimes, you feel like you're moving too fast—what happens when time catches up to you? Can you still outrun it?

    At low levels the world moves at a pace you can barely follow, and your mind races to keep up. Everything feels out of sync, like you're constantly lagging behind. Your reflexes are sluggish, your actions too slow, and you can't help but feel like you're always a second too late. It's frustrating, like being stuck in a world that's a step ahead of you, and no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up.

    Senses are tuned like the finest instruments. Every sound, every color, every texture is magnified, laid bare in their full spectrum.

    Sensory Mastery is the ability to elevate and control your perception of the world around you. Every sound becomes sharp and precise, every detail of a scene crystal clear. Your sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell are no longer just passive functions—they become tools that you wield with expert precision. Nothing escapes your notice, nothing slips through the cracks. You see the world not as it is, but as it could be.

    At high levels you can hear the heartbeat of a person across the room, see the faintest detail in a shadow, and taste the intentions of someone's words before they speak. Your senses are razor-sharp, and you interpret the world in ways most can't even begin to comprehend. But with this heightened awareness comes the crushing weight of it all—every detail, every nuance, becomes a constant hum in the back of your mind. Is the world too much for you to bear?

    At low levels your senses feel dulled, disconnected from the world around you. Sounds are muffled, sights are blurry, and you can't seem to focus on anything. You miss the details—the subtle movements, the hidden cues that others seem to catch instinctively. You feel like you're walking through a fog, struggling to grab hold of something real, but everything slips through your fingers.
     
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    • [X] A Fixer
    -The job anybody can get into, no matter their background. It's a dangerous living but the risks pay off if you can manage them, if being the key word.

    [X] Name: Arthur Thompson
    [X] Gender: Male
    [X] Appearance: He has an Average height and Athletic build, with honeyed skin and short brown curly hair. his eyes are Brown.
    [X] Other characteristics: he's a father of three sons (The Oldest of which, Lucas, went to work at a Wing and has seemingly vanished into thin air), His wife disappeared under mysterious circumstances while the twins were young, he has a bit of an obsession with Storms to the point where he tries to commission weapons that emulates the harsh conditions of one.
     
    [X] Plan: A Former Sister
    -[X] A Syndicate Member (Middle)
    -[X] Gender: Female
    -[X] Name: Alex
    -[X] Former Appearance: A Young Woman covered in scars with Black and Grey Hair & Golden Eyes, wearing a Purple Shirt and Black Pants. Tattoos cover her arms and chest, that glow a purple shine when activated.
    -[X] Other Characteristics: You used to be a Little Sister of the Middle, you had lost your previous family so when the Middle took you in you promised yourself you'd never let anything happen to your new family… that didn't end up being something you could keep. Everything went wrong when that bastard with the black mask showed up and wiped out everyone you knew.
     
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    [X] Plan: Distressed Student
    -[X] A normal person (Nest Resident)
    -[X] Gender: Male
    -[X] Name: Tael Hart
    -[X] Appearance: A jittery, nervous looking boy with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Dressed in a school uniform.
    -[X] Other characteristics: Possesses incredibly overbearing parents and struggles to keep up with their expectations. Not very bright, so his grades are slipping and he can hardly keep up. Perhaps that can be the source of most of his troubles.

    I saw a Distortion like this and really liked the build
     
    [X] Plan: Mad Prophet
    -[X] A Syndicate Member
    -[X] Gender: Male
    -[X] Name: Oracle
    -[X] Appearance: A short, emaciated man with a blindfold on which dried blood is visible.
    -[X] Other characteristics: A former member of the Index who sought to comprehend what Prescripts are. On the way of his research, he realized that he was limited by his connections with life before serving Prescripts, so he dropped his name and took the nickname Prophet. After that, he decided to abandon his view of the world so that it would not spoil the perception of Prescripts, so he tore out his eyes. The last obstacle on the way was his humanity, so he became a Distortion.

    I have always liked stories where the pursuit of transcendental wisdom requires terrible sacrifices and forever changes a person, distancing him from the profane realm.
     
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