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The Agents of Silver Fox
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Posting Status: Decent - If a reply is needed from me either in a game I am in as a player or as a DM/GM, please send me a PM. Last edited by Drachenspirit; Jun 14th, 2018 at 10:37 PM. |
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Last edited by NotAHoneyBadger; Jun 19th, 2018 at 05:50 PM. |
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Country of Origin: England Power Set: Mass Hypnosis, Mind Warp, Sand Form Skill Set: Psychology, Persuasion, Deception Power Origin: Psychic Sand, Presumed Psychologist Physical Description: Doctor Holland is a well-kept gentleman, precise in both dress and grooming. However, his entire image is a juxtaposition of white and black: trimmed, jet-black whiskers against a pale face; a black hat with a white band; a black overcoat with a crisp white shirt; black trousers with hair-thin white stripes, and so on. There is no color to the man, and that matches his perfectly neutral expression as he observes the world around him with a piercing and impassive gaze. Personality: Holland is so detached you might assume him under the influence of a substance. He's calm, steady, and painfully dispassionate. When he speaks his voice is sickeningly comforting, like poisoned syrup. While his manner makes him almost impossible to argue, there's still something deeply unsettling about the man. Perhaps it's the way he looks right through you; maybe it's that twitch of a smile that creeps across his face at an odd moment; or, just maybe, it's that feeling that he knows everything about you, but somehow doesn't care a thing for you. Holland is a polite man by all accounts, but nobody is rushing to claim him as a friend. It's hard to say what makes Holland tick except for the obvious interest in psychology. Having read the biography of the man he believes himself to be, he at least feigns interest in a number of mortal, terrestrial pursuits. But perhaps the most driving motivation he has is sheer desire to learn and know, especially when it comes to the secrets of consciousness itself. Goals: Holland is government property, but Operation Silver Fox offers him a chance to spread his wings a bit and experience the world for himself. He seems vaguely interested in freedom, but doesn't seem altogether convinced he's detained in the first place. Perhaps as much a reason as any to join the operation was mere idle curiosity. Brief History: In the 1870s, a coalition of scientists and alchemists with back-door funding from Britian's Bureau of Futurism conducted experiments in the deep Sahara. The goal was lofty, but simple: to create sentient life. The Sentience Ray was created, tested, altered, and re-tested in an ongoing effort create a human-like intelligence that could reside in an object or machine. After nearly 20 years of effort, the project was scrapped and many of the researchers returned to Britain. But a stow-away, an unexpected byproduct of the experiments, returned with them. At some unrealized point, the sand which formed the test bed of their efforts had indeed been imbued with sentience, and had risen as a man. He, or "it", had apparently been perusing the research station's library for some time prior. Within it were the complete works and biography of the late Doctor Augustus Holland, a lesser-known contemporary and vocal critic of the famous Sigmund Freud. This "sandman", as the creature became known, assumed for itself Holland's identity, and seemed to have no awareness of its actual origin. Upon returning to Britain, the Sandman was locked in a detention facility for further study. The Sentience Ray would be studied for another 30 years to no avail while Sandman, living as Holland, casually and repeatedly breached his various containments one after another. Every time they moved him or built a new facility, he eventually manifested some new power that allowed him to escape. He never went far, mostly preferring the quiet of his study, but it was nonetheless a constant irritation to the rotating officials in charge. Finally, with the rise of the Nazis and the threat of another Great War, British intelligence decided they'd turn their liability into an asset, and deploy the Sandman with a specialized team of other rare individuals. Holland agreed. Last edited by AlphaZ; Jun 20th, 2018 at 08:25 PM. |
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Country: United Kingdom Power Set: Teleportation, healing. Swordfighter. Power Origin: Beta-level Metahuman Physical Description: Alexander is a 27 year old white British male of below average height, around 5'6", with unremarkable brown hair kept short. He's usually seen in an old brown suit with a loose black bowtie and bowler hat, but is almost never seen without his gas mask except at home, when his kind brown eyes and his warm smile can be seen. He's thin and athletic, having trained long and hard with his short swords as weapons of choice. Personality: Despite the mask's appearance, Alexander is neither creepy nor heartless. Spirited, to be sure, but mostly he 'just feels sorry for those German bastards'. Not so sorry as to let their armies alone, mind you, but sorry enough to neither kill unnecessarily nor prolong their deaths. Goals: Alexander is driven by a strong sense that Germany's leaders are evil men, corrupted almost beyond humanity, but that the average soldier is just some poor bloke who wishes he could go home. To that end, his goal is to end World War Meta and the bloodshed, by any means necessary, and the task force seemed the best way to do that. Especially since it's so much fun! Brief History: Alexander was born into a butcher's family; one of the few trades that had never gone out of style yet, though there were a few rough patches when rationing was in effect. His family is still alive, safe at home in Cornwall, and he visits as often as he can, bringing by gifts of money, toys, clothing, even food when he can get his hands on it. He's unmarried and his mother died in the birth of his youngest brother, Thomas, having survived the births of himself as the oldest and his little sister Mary, who's not so little anymore. His father still runs their butcher shop, his sister's family living in the flat above, younger brother still too little to join the army but too old not to help out. Character Sheet:
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Last edited by taleteller50; Jun 17th, 2018 at 11:56 AM. |
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Name: Uzumati "Zander" Ferrari
Country of Origin: AMERICA (F*** Yeah!) Power Set: The soul of artistic performance Power Origin: Where does any music come from? It comes form the soul. So too does the sonic seduction of the Ferraz. His music taps into the cosmic power of primal emotion to seize the hearts of those around him, fortify their spirits with resolve, or blast that music into his enemies. He's been classified as a Theta meta verging on Delta, but Zander isn't really into labels. Physical Description: Zander is a beautiful man. He has long and straight black hair, sometimes dyed with single color highlights in purple, orange, or blue. His eyes are like twin emeralds, sparkling with an inner light and he almost always has a smile showing his brilliant and perfect teeth. He isn't massively muscled, but he is toned and well defined and beautifully bronzed, which is made obvious by his clothing choices. Though he is almost always changing his outfits, he rarely wears a shirt, and when he does, it is either completely unbuttoned or sporting the deepest of v-necks. His clothing varies wildly with his mood, and thus he is almost perpetually surrounded by a low fog. Because he generates his own clothing, he isn't shy about tearing it off or tossing it aside. He stands with a confidence of one accustomed to being the center of attention, and being 6' 1" helps with that. Personality: Imagine a spoiled princess, a smooth con artist, and James Bond all rolled into one and you will begin to understand Zander. He has a stage face that is very easy to put on, he knows how to say what is necessary to get what he wants, but he also feels like what he wants should be his. He has a massive ego and when he introduces himself, he gets rather upset if people don't recognize him. He has a constant need to prove himself since his fall from the mainstream public eye, and since he doesn't always get the crowds he used to he has turned, predictably, to drugs. Specifically, he is hooked on the drug sourced by a meta who can crystallize emotion, called Feelz. As adamant as he is that everyone should know his name, he is equally in denial about his drug problem, and when he runs out of Feelz he is liable to turn to whatever is locally available. Despite these flaws, he truly love music for music's sake, and when he plays he zones out and loses touch with anything else but him and his instrument. Unlike his clothing, the instruments he creates he treats with reverence and respect. He greets each one like a long lost friend and thanks each one for their service when he is done. Goals: Zander wants more than anything to find his way back into the spotlight. Having tasted the sweet life of being the media darling and his presence begged for worldwide, he wants it back, he feels being part of this task force will finally let him get over that black mark. Brief History: Zander's fame was at it's peak when his abilities manifested in the most unfortunate of ways. Growing up he was an instrumental prodigy. Every one he picked up sang in his hands and he found his soul among them. He played in many school ensembles and tried to start bands of his own, but nothing felt as good as playing solo. He learned quickly that he couldn't share the spotlight or be an equal partner in a group, to truly let his spirit soar with the music he needed to lead. He spent a lot of time beating himself up over that revelation, but eventually he accepted it and moved on. And for a time it worked. He went through many instrumentalists and back-up vocalists, as he has exceedingly high standards, little tolerance for failing to meet them, and a short fuse when it came to realizing his artistic visions. But his genius showed through and the crowds loved him for it. Until his abilities manifested in the middle of a show. He was deep in his music, just him and a flute at that moment, he signaled the others to cut out and he dug deep into a flurry of notes that were not only executed perfectly, but seemed to echo back and let him accompany himself. The crowd was strangely quiet, even when someone started up the fog machine randomly, and Zander danced up and down the stage, using the acoustics, his footfalls, and the slapping of the keys to reach new heights of creativity and he also reached toward something in his mind. The pressure of the music built, begging to be released and Zander's tempo picked up steadily, until his fingers were a blur and the sounds came almost faster than the mind could process, still the pressure in him built. He played until it burned him from the inside, and with a final stomp and a deep breath he played a final piercingly clear perfect note at the edge of human hearing, and it would have been the perfect finale, if not for the gout of flame that accompanied it. If Zander had understood what was happening he may have been able to bounce back, but by the time he realized it was his budding meta ability, he was destitute, and a pariah in the musical community. No other artists would work with him, and the best he could do were dive bars and third and fourth stage performances which were poorly attended. He had a few diehard fans, but most abandoned him as public opinion turned, and then the war started and it pulled everyone's focus thankfully away from his fall from fame, but also dried up what few gigs he had been able to find. He first joined up with a tour among the troops for morale, but he had to cut that short when he almost lost his cool on a fellow performer who had tried to critique his performance. The recruiter found him packing for home and offered a different alternative, a chance to be part of a group that would help end the war. Helping to end the war would not only be his ticket back to the spotlight, but also let the music flow more freely. Character Sheet: Not final quite yet, but the beginnings of my thoughts at least. SHEET LINK
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Last edited by Avner; Jul 19th, 2018 at 11:35 AM. |
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Name: Deacon Kairos Country of Origin: USA, third generation Japanese immigrant Power Set: Meta(Beta). Portal Generation, increased spatial awareness Physical Description: Deacon is tall, which helps him to fit in among the older soldiers, but scrawny. He wears a large leather flight jacket to downplay this aspect. His facial features are recognizably japanese though most people have trouble noticing them behind the orange-red hair (theorized to be a meta-trait given his family's uniformly black hair) and assume he is irish. Along with his flight jacket he wears a heavy scarf and goggles that he pulls up in combat situations to protect his face from the wind pressure of portal launching. Personality: Because of his age Deacon tries to convey an image of an introvert, rarely expressing much excitement or going out of his way to engage with other people. He would rather be seen as unfriendly than immature. However he has always been a bit of an adrenaline and speed junkie, using his power to rocket through the sky whenever he can find the time and space to cut loose. Goals: Deacon often says he just wants to serve his country, but in his heart he feels he has what it takes to be a hero. Growing up with the stories his grandmother told him about her homeland he wants to make sure that Cao Cao and others like him are brought to justice. Brief History: A little publicized fact compared to the capturing of meta users for Emperor Cao Cao is the uses that he puts them to. The assumption is military or death, to fuel the Emperor's might, and for most this is true. But many are also funneled into a breeding program, particularly those that demonstrate exceptionally powerful abilities. Deacon's grandmother Nui was one such individual, who after escaping the program smuggled herself across the world and eventually ended up in america. Nui's child was born without a power, a fact she took some smug satisfaction in. And when her grandchild was born with a power similar to her own she took it as a sign of divine favor. Deacon grew up with stories of his homeland, of Nui's fight against the empire. He idolized his grandmother who he saw as a hero. When he made clear his intention to join the military when he was old enough she began teaching him everything she knew, not just how to use his power but how to fight without it. With rumors that the U.S. would be joining the war Deacon immediately left home, lying about his age (17) to join the military. His training with his grandmother gave him a significant advantage even compared to older recruits with no prior experience, and displaying tactical use of his power saw him flagged as a special warfare potential for the higher ups. Unfortunately this increased scrutiny also meant that the deception about his age was found out. When he was pulled from basic and driven back to his home he thought that was the end of it. He was confused when a second vehicle drove into his driveway behind the one he'd arrived in, discharging what seemed to be a U.S. general. He was absolutely floored when that general saluted his grandmother. It was revealed that Nui had worked as a secret operative for them for several years to secure citizenship and a pension to provide for her family. When asked if 'the boy' had what it took, apparently the response of 'he'll learn along the way' meant more to the man than it did to him, as the generally merely chuckled and handed Deacon a folder labeled 'Silver Fox'. Last edited by AximusLokar; Jun 24th, 2018 at 09:20 PM. |
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