February 3rd, 2011.
Your name is Taylor Hebert, and you are a parahuman. Last month you...
Your name is Taylor Hebert, and you are a parahuman. Last month you...
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Cryptix
Oberon Main
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- LA
February 3rd, 2011.
Your name is Taylor Hebert, and you are a parahuman. Last month you triggered when the Trio attacked you, shutting you into a locker filled with used hygiene products left to rot over winter break. It took over an hour for the janitor to hear your screams and let you out. When you awoke in the hospital, you thought you had gone mad, your mind was swarmed with designs for arcane and unintelligible machinery and an urge to disassemble the machines hooked up to you. It was only when you were fully lucid, about to be released from the hospital that you realized what was going on - you were a tinker, a type of parahuman who's only power was their ability - sometimes a compulsion - to build advanced technology far beyond human understanding or ability to replicate. Your excitement at your new power was quickly replaced with anger when you heard from your father that no charges would be placed against the Trio due to a lack of evidence, despite the various notebooks and other materials you kept incriminating them with records of their bullying.
Now, you have gathered materials from the junkyard and synthesized various compounds and minerals using a jury-rigged 3D printer. Most importantly, you have discovered both your tinker specialty and another aspect of your powers. You specialize in creating bio-organic weaponized remote controlled organic you call Warframes, do to their similarities to exo-suits. As to their control method, it turns out that your powers can interface with the warframe and power them, as you found out when you accidentally touched a piece of synth-muscle with your bare skin - it was animated and you could control it as if it was another limb. The energy you emit to control them has not been able to be recognized on any of your sensors, so for the meantime you have called it "Void Energy".
But now, you've hit a stumbling block. No matter what you try the Warframe on the bench table won't move - its not receiving enough energy nor registering your control for some reason. You think back to the moment when you connected with the synth-muscle - you were feeling exhausted and angry that you couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. Tentatively, you establish a connection to the warframe again and push all of your emotions into it. You push and push, and just when begin to feel a hint of a response your thoughts suddenly turn to the Trio. Exasperated, you're about to to cut the link when a pressure on your mind appears - it feels like your skull is in a pin vice. Before you, the warframe changes shape and rearranges itself but you don't know that because the link is sucking everything out of you - your emotions, your ambitions, your most hidden thoughts coming to the surface. At the forefront of it all is your one motivation to become a cape, linked to your plans for Madison Sophia and Emma...
[X]You will make them suffer, they will repent for their iniquities, but they are but a symptom of the larger disease that plagues the Bay. All corruption will be cleansed, by any means necessary. You create the Warframe Harrow, the penitent, the ritualist.
[]You have been changed by your trigger event, and you revel in it, knowing you are so much greater than before. You will force a change, a mutation, in the way this city is run, be it from the shadows or going straight for the throat. You create the Warframe Nidus, the mutant, the scourge.
[]Your hatred is poisonous, and it runs deep. But you do not let your hatred control you - no, your hatred is a weapon, just like any other tool you use in your tinkering. And you will drive it straight it into the heart of anyone who dares stand in your way. You create the Warframe Saryn, the poisonous, the deadly.
Your name is Taylor Hebert, and you are a parahuman. Last month you triggered when the Trio attacked you, shutting you into a locker filled with used hygiene products left to rot over winter break. It took over an hour for the janitor to hear your screams and let you out. When you awoke in the hospital, you thought you had gone mad, your mind was swarmed with designs for arcane and unintelligible machinery and an urge to disassemble the machines hooked up to you. It was only when you were fully lucid, about to be released from the hospital that you realized what was going on - you were a tinker, a type of parahuman who's only power was their ability - sometimes a compulsion - to build advanced technology far beyond human understanding or ability to replicate. Your excitement at your new power was quickly replaced with anger when you heard from your father that no charges would be placed against the Trio due to a lack of evidence, despite the various notebooks and other materials you kept incriminating them with records of their bullying.
Now, you have gathered materials from the junkyard and synthesized various compounds and minerals using a jury-rigged 3D printer. Most importantly, you have discovered both your tinker specialty and another aspect of your powers. You specialize in creating bio-organic weaponized remote controlled organic you call Warframes, do to their similarities to exo-suits. As to their control method, it turns out that your powers can interface with the warframe and power them, as you found out when you accidentally touched a piece of synth-muscle with your bare skin - it was animated and you could control it as if it was another limb. The energy you emit to control them has not been able to be recognized on any of your sensors, so for the meantime you have called it "Void Energy".
But now, you've hit a stumbling block. No matter what you try the Warframe on the bench table won't move - its not receiving enough energy nor registering your control for some reason. You think back to the moment when you connected with the synth-muscle - you were feeling exhausted and angry that you couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. Tentatively, you establish a connection to the warframe again and push all of your emotions into it. You push and push, and just when begin to feel a hint of a response your thoughts suddenly turn to the Trio. Exasperated, you're about to to cut the link when a pressure on your mind appears - it feels like your skull is in a pin vice. Before you, the warframe changes shape and rearranges itself but you don't know that because the link is sucking everything out of you - your emotions, your ambitions, your most hidden thoughts coming to the surface. At the forefront of it all is your one motivation to become a cape, linked to your plans for Madison Sophia and Emma...
[X]You will make them suffer, they will repent for their iniquities, but they are but a symptom of the larger disease that plagues the Bay. All corruption will be cleansed, by any means necessary. You create the Warframe Harrow, the penitent, the ritualist.
[]Your hatred is poisonous, and it runs deep. But you do not let your hatred control you - no, your hatred is a weapon, just like any other tool you use in your tinkering. And you will drive it straight it into the heart of anyone who dares stand in your way. You create the Warframe Saryn, the poisonous, the deadly.
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Character Sheet
Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
Taylor Herbert, 15 years old.
Martial Skill 44
Accuracy 40
Strength 45
Agility 53
Fortitude 37
Intellect 36
Charisma 42
Willpower 49
Vitality 16
Traits:
Teenager: -5 Strength but +5 Agility. You are not very respected by adults and a great many things are restricted from you.
Survivor: +5 Willpower. You are respected by others that have lived through traumas that most others can't.
Operator: This character can control warframes and use weakened versions of their currently equipped Warframe's abilities.
Harrow
Martial Skill 76
Accuracy 65
Strength 73
Agility 58
Fortitude 60
Intellect 75
Charisma 32
Willpower 100
Vitality 34
Shield 100/100
Traits
Warframe (Rank 0): This character is controlled by an Operator, though is somewhat independent and has the intelligence of a small child when unhinged. This characters stats will grow to their full potential as their rank increases, and they will unlock more abilities as they do so. This character has the following abilities unlocked: Condemn - An AOE Shaker Power that summons ethereal chains to capture the enemy in place. These chains can only be broken by power nullifying abilities or characters with enhanced strength.
The Penitent, the Ritualist: This character's rank will increase when Taylor makes a significant action that involves keeping to what she believes is right or with atoning for a prior mistake.
Martial Skill 44
Accuracy 40
Strength 45
Agility 53
Fortitude 37
Intellect 36
Charisma 42
Willpower 49
Vitality 16
Traits:
Teenager: -5 Strength but +5 Agility. You are not very respected by adults and a great many things are restricted from you.
Survivor: +5 Willpower. You are respected by others that have lived through traumas that most others can't.
Operator: This character can control warframes and use weakened versions of their currently equipped Warframe's abilities.
Harrow
Martial Skill 76
Accuracy 65
Strength 73
Agility 58
Fortitude 60
Intellect 75
Charisma 32
Willpower 100
Vitality 34
Shield 100/100
Traits
Warframe (Rank 0): This character is controlled by an Operator, though is somewhat independent and has the intelligence of a small child when unhinged. This characters stats will grow to their full potential as their rank increases, and they will unlock more abilities as they do so. This character has the following abilities unlocked: Condemn - An AOE Shaker Power that summons ethereal chains to capture the enemy in place. These chains can only be broken by power nullifying abilities or characters with enhanced strength.
The Penitent, the Ritualist: This character's rank will increase when Taylor makes a significant action that involves keeping to what she believes is right or with atoning for a prior mistake.
This system uses a simple D100 roll under system, with each full 10 difference between the roll and the stat counting as 1 degree of success or failure. Contests are made by rolling a D100 and adding the stat in question - I will do the same for the other side. Combat is simple - you make a contest roll of the accuracy stat in question vs the target's agility, if it hits the target can attempt to make a fortitude test to reduce the damage taken, but they get stunned if they fail. As you take damage you lose Vitality - get to 0 Vitality and you get knocked out.
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Update 2
Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
The last thing that comes to your mind before everything goes blank is that you forgot to lock the basement door.
For what felt like an eternity, you couldn't see or feel anything, but slowly feeling crept back into your body. When you could see again, the first thing in your vision was the Warframe you built, standing in front of you menacingly. You quickly back up, until you hit your head on the wall. You only calm down when you realize that it isn't moving - without you aware enough to control it must have moved to protect you.
Standing on shaky legs, you lean on the Warframe and use it to help you to your custom desktop in the corner. Instinctively, you know that he has a name - Harrow. He reminds you of an priest of some kind, with a aura of purity radiating from him. From the tip of his his helmet to the floor he's 7 feet and 3 inches tall. In his right hand he holds a spear with an inbuilt cannon, in his left a short whip with a bizarre container hanging on the end is - his thurible. You tap into the connection once more. This is completely different experience from any of your previous control tests - this is more true somehow, like a complete transference. You've never felt more powerful.
You've never seen his design before, so you're going to set up some tests to run in the background while you get upstairs before your father gets-
A knock on the door. "Taylor?" your father tentatively asks from behind the door. "Are you in there? I heard something fall, are you okay?" He must have come home earlier without you noticing - glancing at the clock you realize its 8:30 PM. Its too late to hide the equipment in the cellar like you've been doing. It looks like you may have to reveal your parahuman status sooner rather than later…
[X]"Dad, open the door. I have something to show you. Don't freak out." (Show him everything.)
[]"Give me a second Dad, let me just put this away." (Hide Harrow, show everything else.)
[]"I'm busy right now Dad, can you come back later? I have work to do." (Try and hide everything, though risk rousing his suspicion.)
For what felt like an eternity, you couldn't see or feel anything, but slowly feeling crept back into your body. When you could see again, the first thing in your vision was the Warframe you built, standing in front of you menacingly. You quickly back up, until you hit your head on the wall. You only calm down when you realize that it isn't moving - without you aware enough to control it must have moved to protect you.
Standing on shaky legs, you lean on the Warframe and use it to help you to your custom desktop in the corner. Instinctively, you know that he has a name - Harrow. He reminds you of an priest of some kind, with a aura of purity radiating from him. From the tip of his his helmet to the floor he's 7 feet and 3 inches tall. In his right hand he holds a spear with an inbuilt cannon, in his left a short whip with a bizarre container hanging on the end is - his thurible. You tap into the connection once more. This is completely different experience from any of your previous control tests - this is more true somehow, like a complete transference. You've never felt more powerful.
You've never seen his design before, so you're going to set up some tests to run in the background while you get upstairs before your father gets-
A knock on the door. "Taylor?" your father tentatively asks from behind the door. "Are you in there? I heard something fall, are you okay?" He must have come home earlier without you noticing - glancing at the clock you realize its 8:30 PM. Its too late to hide the equipment in the cellar like you've been doing. It looks like you may have to reveal your parahuman status sooner rather than later…
[X]"Dad, open the door. I have something to show you. Don't freak out." (Show him everything.)
[]"I'm busy right now Dad, can you come back later? I have work to do." (Try and hide everything, though risk rousing his suspicion.)
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Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
They're not nerfed per say, but their progression is seriously capped by Taylor's mental state. They're intristically linked to Taylor's power, and so they level up as Taylor's shard gathers new data and needs them to adapt accordingly, almost like a weaker second trigger. For example: Harrow currently only has a Shaker ability to summon ghostly chains that renders anything immobile, and a built in Brute and Mover power for all warframes accounting for increased strength, speed, reflexes, flexibility, and durability. He's not going to get his second ability for a while too.
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Update 3
Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
You sit across from your father, resisting the steady urge to squirm under his silent gaze. Finally after 5 minutes of contemplating the information he simply asks, "When did it start, and where did you get the supplies." You don't understand the second part of his question until he elaborates, "Who in the Dockworkers Union helped you? You couldn't have gotten the needed materials by yourself." You look down. "I can't tell you that; I promised them no one would know where it came from." He takes you by the shoulders, "I'm not going to punish them Taylor," he says before drawing you into an unexpected hug. "I want to know the people who helped my daughter when I couldn't." Pulling away, he glances warily at the still immobile Harrow. "Now, mind telling me about this 'warframe business' again? Start from the top, and no techno-jargon this time."
***
February 10, 2011, Dockworkers Union Headquarters
You sit in your father's office as he calls the 5 men that helped you gather materials to build Harrow. One by one they file in, and when they're all here your father begins to speak. "Gentlemen, I called you here to thank you. As you all know, there are only two things I hold higher than the Dockworkers Union; one is the safety and wellbeing of my daughter, and you have helped maintain that." Danny pauses for a moment. "But there is another thing that I hold in nearly as high value, and that is loyalty. Most of you, I would trust with my life. But some of you…" he pulls out a letter opener from under the table. "Skivs, step forward." The smallest dockworker here, a young man no older than 25. Danny nods to the largest of your helpers, a 6'8" african american named Jason. He puts Skivs into a full Nelson as your father walks around the table with the letter opener in hand. You open your mouth to stop him, but get the overwhelming notion that you shouldn't interfere. "Do you think I'm stupid? That I wouldn't notice you were in bed with Empire 88? A little tip - if you're a spy for a rival organization, you shouldn't flaunt a tattoo with their name on it!" he says as uses the letter opener to rip open his sleeve, revealing a tattoo with a stylized pair of Hs. Your father turns back to his desk, paging his secretary to send someone to drop Skivs at the police station. When two dockworkers you don't know the names of take Skivs away with his hands zip-tied, your dad turns his attention to the remaining 4. "You can all expect bonuses shortly for your cooperation and more importantly, your silence. There's more where that came from if you keep your mouths shut and keep supplying Taylor, no questions asked. Am I understood?" They all nod their heads. "Dismissed, unless Taylor wants to say anything?
[]Shake your head; you have nothing to say to them.
[X]Thank them for their help in securing supplies
[]Thank them, and tell them they will be rewarded for their continued support
***
February 10, 2011, Dockworkers Union Headquarters
You sit in your father's office as he calls the 5 men that helped you gather materials to build Harrow. One by one they file in, and when they're all here your father begins to speak. "Gentlemen, I called you here to thank you. As you all know, there are only two things I hold higher than the Dockworkers Union; one is the safety and wellbeing of my daughter, and you have helped maintain that." Danny pauses for a moment. "But there is another thing that I hold in nearly as high value, and that is loyalty. Most of you, I would trust with my life. But some of you…" he pulls out a letter opener from under the table. "Skivs, step forward." The smallest dockworker here, a young man no older than 25. Danny nods to the largest of your helpers, a 6'8" african american named Jason. He puts Skivs into a full Nelson as your father walks around the table with the letter opener in hand. You open your mouth to stop him, but get the overwhelming notion that you shouldn't interfere. "Do you think I'm stupid? That I wouldn't notice you were in bed with Empire 88? A little tip - if you're a spy for a rival organization, you shouldn't flaunt a tattoo with their name on it!" he says as uses the letter opener to rip open his sleeve, revealing a tattoo with a stylized pair of Hs. Your father turns back to his desk, paging his secretary to send someone to drop Skivs at the police station. When two dockworkers you don't know the names of take Skivs away with his hands zip-tied, your dad turns his attention to the remaining 4. "You can all expect bonuses shortly for your cooperation and more importantly, your silence. There's more where that came from if you keep your mouths shut and keep supplying Taylor, no questions asked. Am I understood?" They all nod their heads. "Dismissed, unless Taylor wants to say anything?
[X]Thank them for their help in securing supplies
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Update 4
Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
You simply bow your head saying, "Thank you for your help with my...projects. I hope we can continue to work together." They simply nod in agreement before filing out. Your father turns to you. "Now that that's out of the way, there's someone I'd like you to meet - they're from the Protectorate." You glare at your father - you specifically told him you wanted to think on things before contacting any parahuman organization. He puts up his hands in defense. "Calm down, its just an old friend of your mother who wants to talk to you. Besides I think you'll be a bit more excited when you see who it is. Come on, we're having lunch with her at home - I ordered Chinese." He picks up his jacket and keys, and the two of you head to the car.
Your father was right about one thing - you were indeed ecstatic when you realized the Protectorate employee you were meeting was none other than Ms. Militia, of the Protectorate East Northeast branch in Brockton Bay. You among many, many other girls were one of her biggest fans when you were smaller, and you'd never imagined you'd ever even have a conversation with her, let alone find out she was a friend of your mom. While you are struggling to process this information, your father reheats your noodles, and Ms. Militia just grabs a soda. "So Taylor," she begins as she hand you some pamphlets. "Your father tells me you've triggered. Normally, I'd give you the recruitment pitch, but I can tell you're a smart girl so I'll just advise you to go in for a power testing as soon as possible. Do you know about the unwritten rules yet?" You shake your head, giving her the go-ahead to continue. "They're pretty simple really - you can never, ever attack a parahuman in their civilian identity, nor can you hurt their family. They were developed after the Endbringers first appeared, so villains could feel safe enough to participate. Of course, the rules aren't officially enforced, but if someone breaks they're usually hunted down by local parahumans. So your father should be safe - the only thing to worry about is if the gangs decide to recruit you. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly are your powers?"
How do you respond.
[] I'd rather not share right now, if that's alright with you.
[] I'm a tinker, and with a little bit of breaker I don't understand enough to talk about.
-[] Share your specialty?
[X] It'd be easier to show you. I have something I want you to see. Chance to get BP for Mesa, the vagabond, the outcast
***
Your father was right about one thing - you were indeed ecstatic when you realized the Protectorate employee you were meeting was none other than Ms. Militia, of the Protectorate East Northeast branch in Brockton Bay. You among many, many other girls were one of her biggest fans when you were smaller, and you'd never imagined you'd ever even have a conversation with her, let alone find out she was a friend of your mom. While you are struggling to process this information, your father reheats your noodles, and Ms. Militia just grabs a soda. "So Taylor," she begins as she hand you some pamphlets. "Your father tells me you've triggered. Normally, I'd give you the recruitment pitch, but I can tell you're a smart girl so I'll just advise you to go in for a power testing as soon as possible. Do you know about the unwritten rules yet?" You shake your head, giving her the go-ahead to continue. "They're pretty simple really - you can never, ever attack a parahuman in their civilian identity, nor can you hurt their family. They were developed after the Endbringers first appeared, so villains could feel safe enough to participate. Of course, the rules aren't officially enforced, but if someone breaks they're usually hunted down by local parahumans. So your father should be safe - the only thing to worry about is if the gangs decide to recruit you. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly are your powers?"
How do you respond.
[] I'm a tinker, and with a little bit of breaker I don't understand enough to talk about.
-[] Share your specialty?
[X] It'd be easier to show you. I have something I want you to see. Chance to get BP for Mesa, the vagabond, the outcast
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Update 5, Part 1
Cryptix
Oberon Main
- Location
- LA
Ms. Militia walks around your workshop, carefully skirting the partially disassembled Scourge - you were working on modding it yesterday. It's harmless right now, but it never hurts to be careful in a tinker's playground. She takes particular interest in your foundry. "Taylor, is this what you use to create your Warframes?" You nod, explaining, "Among other things. I prefer to do final assembly on the Warframes myself, but the foundry assembles their parts and weapons, and maintains them for me automatically."
Ms. Militia blinks at your last sentence. "You mean you don't have to maintain your weapons yourself? Taylor, do you realize what that means?" When you tilt your head in confusion, she hurriedly explains. "Taylor, your work can be mass produced! All that stops tinker tech from entering the global market is the fact that the creator has to be around to maintain it. If what you're saying is true, then this is a gamechanger." She turns back to the Scourge, gently examining it. "You created this right? It's good, even if it shouldn't work at all. Is this the only weapon you can create?" You shake your head. "There are others, but they're pretty basic designs. I didn't even create this intentionally - it came with Harrow, made from leftover materials."
She tilts her head, asking "Harrow? What's that." You sigh - time for the moment of truth. "Not what, who. You can come out now." From the shadows, he steps out, towering over Ms. Milita. She backs up - why does everyone have that reaction towards him? Is it the face? - and accidentally touches the foundry's scanner with her bare hands. She jumps away as if she was shocked. "Taylor, did your foundry just...bite me?" She raises her hand, showing a small puncture mark. You move over to your computer and check the output of the apparent blood sample the foundry took…
Can someone please roll me a D20 to see what happens?
Ms. Militia blinks at your last sentence. "You mean you don't have to maintain your weapons yourself? Taylor, do you realize what that means?" When you tilt your head in confusion, she hurriedly explains. "Taylor, your work can be mass produced! All that stops tinker tech from entering the global market is the fact that the creator has to be around to maintain it. If what you're saying is true, then this is a gamechanger." She turns back to the Scourge, gently examining it. "You created this right? It's good, even if it shouldn't work at all. Is this the only weapon you can create?" You shake your head. "There are others, but they're pretty basic designs. I didn't even create this intentionally - it came with Harrow, made from leftover materials."
She tilts her head, asking "Harrow? What's that." You sigh - time for the moment of truth. "Not what, who. You can come out now." From the shadows, he steps out, towering over Ms. Milita. She backs up - why does everyone have that reaction towards him? Is it the face? - and accidentally touches the foundry's scanner with her bare hands. She jumps away as if she was shocked. "Taylor, did your foundry just...bite me?" She raises her hand, showing a small puncture mark. You move over to your computer and check the output of the apparent blood sample the foundry took…
Can someone please roll me a D20 to see what happens?