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| The Making of the Reaper; Eldan's WWX history | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 29 2009, 03:51 AM (245 Views) | |
| Vic | Nov 29 2009, 02:17 AM Post #1 |
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When Vic was accepted, I was told to take a month getting him active and reintegrating him before trying to get Taylor back. It's been much more than that, reason for the delay being that after the month, I hadn't been very active with Vic at all. I've been posting regularly (aside from the initial lag) and gettting Vic involved in threads and now I'd like to initiate talks about getting Taylor back on the board. Comments, anyone? Is it alright if I go ahead and re-register the account and post a new app for him, or should I hold of a while longer? |
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| Deadpool | Nov 29 2009, 03:41 AM Post #2 |
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what are your plans for him? |
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| Quicksilver | Nov 29 2009, 03:49 AM Post #3 |
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that is my question too, because his reasons for being in the BH were slipshod at best, by my recollection |
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| Ellis Reed | Nov 29 2009, 03:51 AM Post #4 |
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Energy Manipulation / Wraith Form
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[align=center]PART ONE summer of 1996[/align] In another world, at this time, a man was dying and his only son was having something of a breakdown... so he'd gathered a trio of children with latent powers to stand by his side while the world stood against them. For some time, at least, his son would not be alone. In this world, that man had kept in contact with his... somewhat shady friends. One of which had sensed his declining health and found him a mutant healer. Human doctors, human hospitals were not to be trusted. There was rumor of mutants disappearing after being discovered. Draith didn't have an obvious mutation, not in any way. He could merely sense latent mutants. The people of his home town that knew that he wasn't normal were dead. He'd made sure of that, shortly after his fiancée’s death and Eldan's birth. It was their fault she'd died, chasing her like they did. And his, of course. They wouldn't have come after her if it wasn't for him. The child unnerved him. He was so much like his mother. A wild little thing, so stubborn, so ... full of spunk and mischief. Little flares of temper, of curiosity, of glee - outbursts, exclamations, and indignation. A little stranger with his own eyes and his mother's dark hair, arms folded and asking why there were no other children to play with. In his books the children had other children to play with. Where were the other kids? He'd explained... they lived far away from other children. The drive to play with the others would be ridiculous. He was met with a flat, demanding stare. He caved in. He'd never been able to deny the boy's mother, and it seemed that he was going to end up spoiling the child, too. Unfortunately, his son didn't seem to get along with the children at the playground. He found them, well, dull. Were they slow? He lost his patience with them, they were not at all to his expectations. His first interaction with children his own age, one child started crying hysterically and another had given him a black eye and a split lip. Despite his surprise, he'd given as good as he got, though his father dragged him off the brat that'd started it before he could do any real damage. He'd pouted on the way home, not sure what went wrong. He'd only spoken his mind. And it wasn't funny, so if his father would stop laughing, he would very much appreciate it. That only made Draith laugh harder, which only annoyed his son more. They didn't talk much on the way home, but after dinner they discussed what happened and why. People didn't appreciate being called stupid, and Eldan's sharp tongue had hurt some feelings. If he wanted friends, he had to tone it down a bit. Eldan responded that if he had to act nice to people that were stupid, he'd rather do without. And he did. [align=center]PART TWO section one 1999-2001[/align] The emergence of El's powers was slow and steady. At first, he merely had a problem with sunlight. It first started to bother his eyes, and he wore sunglasses constantly. Then, he started getting sunburns. They got progressively worse, and there were various attempts to avoid the pain - and itchiness - of the sunburns. They healed surprisingly quickly, but nothing else seemed to. His bruises and scraped knees from tree climbing and the like lasted much longer than he cared for. Sun block helped for a while, but it got worse. Soon he had to stay indoors with the curtains drawn, or be completely covered if he was to go outside during daylight hours. What came next? Draining things - living things - of energy. The first time it happened, it scared the hell out of him. A friend of his father had startled him, and the next thing he knew the guy was passed out on the ground. For a moment he thought the man was dead, but then he saw he was breathing. He was just out cold. His father's friends gave him his space after that. As it should be. They got on his nerves. The energy blasts came quickly after that. He'd simply ended up with more energy than he could handle, and it... came loose. It was invisible, though he eventually learned he could cause it to take on a color if he so chose. He didn't except to figure out how it worked to tint the energy. There was no need to show off. Flashy powers were dangerous... His father was smug, the others surprised and somewhat unnerved as he learned to control his powers. He would definitely be useful in times to come. As long as the boy followed orders. He ignored their chatter and continued practicing. It gave him a rush, and anyway his father clearly approved. He was getting whatever he wanted, and those creeps his father hung out with were edgy around him. He wasn't sure if that was amusing or not. The first time he'd changed into form of energy, he'd been surprised but quite pleased. Not to mention relieved. He'd been falling off the roof, never mind why he was on the roof. Moments before he hit the ground, something changed, and he kept on going for a moment. He only panicked a moment, 'clawing' his way to the surface before calming down. He wasn't dead, there was no body. He wasn't quite sure what happened, but it only took thinking about having his body back to regain his proper form. He was absolutely exhausted. He didn't make it back to his room; he slumped to the ground at the foot of the stairs in the entryway where his father found him in the morning. [align=center] section two 2006-2008[/align] El never learned how to create shields, or that he could. There was no one to protect by shielding them or containing someone else. His training included no one else, just him and targets. First just straw dummies, and then, as he got older, live targets. Animals. Eventually, humans. Bad humans. They hurt mutants, killed them. He just returned the favor. He became very good at what he did. But only one person could give him an order, and even he didn't control him. He'd always been an independent child, and as a teenager there was only a thread of parental control. And that was love and respect, albeit a distant sort of love and a hazy sort of respect. His father wanted to move to Jus Soli. Things were getting much worse, and there was a rumor of a killer on the loose. It had to be a mutant. People lay dead in their houses, in their apartments. If there were video tapes, it merely showed them falling to the ground. And then- vanishing. El had learned a new trick. He absorbed the energy that made them up. The energy surges he got from his targets was unbelievable. He scoffed at his father's worries, that they would be found out. There was no way that these deaths could be traced back to him. [align=center]PART THREE October 2008[/align] El paused at the outskirts of his property. Well, his father's property. It might as well be his. No matter. Something was wrong. There were lights at the main house. Blue and red... was there a cop at the house? He 'shifted into his energy form without a second thought, continuing his way toward home. The young man had just finished an assignment, and had been in high spirits. Full of energy. Now his spirits were dampened, but his energy was still quite high. He saw everything in a detached way. He'd arrived after the action. There was an odd form on the ground. Several of them. The lights were playing in a ghastly way on them, and if he'd been in his human form he would have been sick as he'd realized it was his father, his friends, and a few of the human pigs. There were words being shared between the remaining cops. There had been an informant. Someone living nearby had noticed the training, and after the story of the "Reaper" played on the news she called in. The older men resisted arrest, and displayed powers... in a deadly fashion. Well, most of them. One of them just spoke frantically. He'd been among the casualties, though one of the more violent mutants had been captured alive. After he'd been asked if he was the Reaper, he'd laughed. He'd asked in a mocking way - if the Reaper had been there, would he and his friends have lost? He had experienced anger before, had thought he'd been enraged. He didn't know what true anger, true rage was. It filled him, and it... it wasn't merely directed at the humans that had killed his father. It was directed at that braying ass of a mutant, at his last assignment for taking so long, at the bitch for squealing on them, and at himself for being too late. The energy crackled around him, invisible but ... he wanted them to see it this time. He wanted them to see their death. A cold white light gathered above the cop cars and the bloody bodies. Shots were fired at it, harmlessly. Energy blasts rained down on them at full power. There was nothing where they had been standing, and several of the cars were damaged badly. He appeared, standing looking at everything with a frown. Was that grease where that fat cop had been standing? "Disgusting," he said with a twist of his lips, and walked into his mansion. This place was going to be swarmed when reinforcements arrived. There was not much he could take, but what valuables he could take, vanished with him. The rest of it... burned. Like hell he would leave his home to human scum. He was going to Jus Soli... but not before he withdrew everything from his father's bank account and caused a little bit of hell in his father's memory. His father wouldn't have wanted it this way, but they had started the fight. Father hadn't approved of starting fights, but approved heartily of finishing them. And El was very good at finishing fights. He wasn't called the Reaper for nothing. ** He arrived in Jus Soli shortly after his twentieth birthday, less than a month after his father's death. |
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| Vic | Nov 29 2009, 06:04 AM Post #5 |
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I agree, Quicksilver. I kinda just had him show up in Murderworld for no particular reason (no in-character reason, anyway) and he was made to join. At first this was forced but he's since been won over by Magneto's arguments for mutant supremacy. Taylor is a now loyal member and stays of his own free will (that is to stay, if he could, he likely wouldn't leave). The fact that Taylor was so easily converted is mostly a result of the Sentinel attack on Eldan's place. With an experience like that, it wasn’t difficult for him to come to the conclusion that humans were no longer fit rulers of the earth. Anyways, once Taylor has returned, I planned on him becoming a bit more combat-effective in response to his inability to help during the Apocalypse plot. Namely by building weapons, if he’s allowed to. He will have been studying Engineering and Physics, though it’ll take some time before he’s able to properly build any worthwhile weapon. He’ll also be changing his codename to something less silly, once I think of one that I like. Koen will be spending more time in control, and it's possible Taylor may become aware of his MPD if something important happens while Koen is in control. Otherwise, he’ll probably just freak out some when he ends up with blocks of missing time. He wouldn't mention it to anybody in the BH, though. |
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| Vic | Dec 10 2009, 04:23 AM Post #6 |
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So... Are there any other questions? Shall I post Taylor's app again? There were a few things in the app that I wanted to add to. Such as more information about the nature of his Dissociative Identity Disorder, and some possible applications of his computer-like mind that I wanted to discuss, as well as future abilities. I had the idea that he might be able to partition bits of his memories. The partition would seperate small bits of memories, so that they'll remain safe from tampering. Taylor would be left with the knowledge that he'd cut out part of a memory, but not what it was until he removed the partition. In the future he might be able to make a mental firewall, which would be a development of this. Something like how Sage sacrifices her telepathy to become immune to mental tampering, Taylor would have to temporarily shut off his cyberpathy in order to use this firewall. Nothing in or out. For his DID, I got annoyed with how I explained it now that I've actually taken a psych class. Home bumping alone could not have caused split personalities. I was hoping that his history could be tweaked to say that it was a combination of his powers and the foster care business. His split personalities were a subconscious defensive measure, to keep Taylor from going insane because of his abilities. Eventually, Koen would be assimilated back into Taylor's psyche. If this is allowed, it would happen when Taylor matures more, when he turns about 20 or 21, and it would be a slow process, taking some months. At that point, I was thinking his mental processing abilities might increase so that he can control his bodily functions, including heartbeat, metabolism and his immune system. All of these are just ideas I wanted to bring up. I'd like to know how you all feel about them and if it would be allowed. I can always just bring Taylor back exactly how he was when he left, I just thought these ideas were nice. |
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| Buford Hollis | Dec 14 2009, 06:04 AM Post #7 |
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Mechanical Hyper-Competence
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Ok, well, I really dislike characters with DID in RP settings, because most of the time, it comes off as gimmicky, and its used so that you don't have to stick to a standardized personality. Want your character to have skills/personality traits that are impossible to have in the same person? Just give them DID and have their personalities swap out whenever it's convenient. Going to a party? Switch to the nice personality. Party is attacked by terrorists? Well, good thing you have that handy soldier personality for just such an occasion. And, B) if Koen did have DID, he'd be too unreliable for the BH to use him. They're professional terrorists, they'd not sit idly by when there's a guy in their headquarters who can't account for long periods of time. Yes, its a bit unfair for us to ask you to make a major change when the character was approved once already, but, as you may notice, we have four people on the bio approval staff, and only 1 of us was on staff when Koen was approved. For Koen to get reapproved, at least for me, I'd want to see a massive reworking about the personality. The whole having different powers while in different personalities is way too gimmicky, the only reason that Legion even kind of works is that that's his main gimmick, while 1337's main thing is his computer abilities. If you must have that sort of distinction/seperation, I'd make it entirely a result of his powers, and that the two lateral lobes of his brain are both individual parallel processors, and he can work/think about two things at once. The integration of the two thinking processes would analogous to using a java thread class (I've been studying for my CS final, shut up). So yeah, 3 options. A) Drop the DID, just retcon that sunuvabitch out. B) make the DID more a result of his powers (and this would probably flatten out the differences between the personalities. Both sides would be Koen Taylor, they'd just be running two different programs) or C) keep the DID, start playing out the y'know, negative parts of it, which include, but are not limited to, time loss, hallucinations, panic attacks, depression, and unexplained strong emotions, and be kicked out of the Brotherhood. |
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| Vic | Dec 14 2009, 07:30 AM Post #8 |
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Understood. I'll rework the app, then post it for review. |
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| Koen Taylor | Dec 15 2009, 02:27 AM Post #9 |
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The app's been posted with the DID retconned out. |
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