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defensemechanisms) wrote2022-03-09 07:37 pm
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PLAYER
Name: Em
Age: 18+
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CHARACTER
Name: Conner J
True Name: Connor Jaskulski
Canon: Original
Age: 33
History:
○ born in Liverpool, subtle Scouse accent toned own through years spent in America
○ mother moved there to be with his father; father lost his job due to a drinking habit
○ relocated to Chicago at age 14 to be with mother's family until father got back on his feet
○ father never got back on his feet; rampant alcoholism, cheated on his mother, several half-siblings strewn about
○ ran away at 16 after a particularly bad physical altercation with his father; couch-surfed with some friends for weeks, then friends of friends,then the dealers of friends of friends, selling and doing coke
○ intermittent homelessness in between shacking up with friends/partners/dealers/drug houses, couldn't hold down a real job, didn't feel the need to
○ did some petty cons (name was actually connor but friends started spelling it conner as a joke, it stuck)
○ things got pretty serious when he was about 21, started selling for a pretty dangerous crew; joined a gang to be quite honest, even if that's not what they called it
○ some of them knew about his power, made him a necessary person when getting into altercations
○ somebody owed them money & made off with a ton of product; he went with two other guys to break in and collect
○ things got heated; the guy ran, conner chased him. blew through the back door of a bodega; shots fired, used his power to stop the bullets, chaos ensued
○ sudden movement in the corner of his eye, high and terrified, pulled the trigger; it was just a girl
○ he ran; doesn't matter, cops were called well before & it was all caught on tape
○ sat in an interrogation room in somewhere decidedly not a police station
○ "you killed that girl; you also have 3 outstanding warrants and there are drugs on your person. you could go away for a long time, or you could work for us."
○ seven year contract, age 22-29 working for a paramilitary organization with a strict NDA
○ the kind of organization where the government looks the other way; LAND - Learning and National Defense
○ ops ranged from shutting down black market weapons manufacturing to eliminating "terror threats" to capturing other powered individuals for undisclosed reasons
○ thinks he knows what those reasons were, still dreams about breaking up families and hearing them beg
○ the contract ended and he didn't know what to do with himself after he walked out; decided he'd rather die than go back to being what he was
○ refused to answer the phone for any of his old team or even older crew, contemplated suicide, started spiraling out, drinking too much, almost pulled the trigger
○ checked himself into a mental health facility instead; met the best friend he's ever had while smoking a cigarette outside of it
○ worked through things with over a year of therapy and anti-depressants, went back to school for welding
○ started channeling his energy into welding sculpture art on the side & selling pieces
○ tentatively has his life together at 33, good welding job, decent at art, still regularly attends therapy
○ no drugs, minimal alcohol, not an addict
Inventory:
○ clothes
○ sketchbook & pencils
○ cellphone + headphones (for music mainly)
○ knife (in his boot)
○ necklace
○ wallet
○ half-empty pill bottle
○ pack of cigarettes & a lighter
Powers/Abilities:
Conner's gift is Impenetrable Shielding
His shield manifests as a translucent clear-blue convex oval roughly 7 ft tall & 5 feet wide at its maximum. He needs both hands for this. Alternatively, he can separate his hands and make two smaller circular shields, both a maximum of about 2.5 feet in diameter (sort of captain america shield sized, for reference). He can make either variation smaller. His hands are required in order to direct the shield; they don't have to be open but they do have to be pointed in the direction he wants to cover -- you could zip-tie or bind his hands behind his back and he could still shield, it would just be a useless butt shield, yay.
He can't just mentally produce a shield anywhere willy nilly without his hands, so if one is looking for a weakness in combat it would most likely be that. However, he's spent several years working with an elite special forces team doing intense combat training and having that weakness exploited during drills, so he is generally aware of compensating for that weakness.
His shields are very simple, there is no electric/psychic energy or otherwise harmful effect aside from the fact that they manifest as something very physical. As such, he can use them to bash things -- no supernatural strength, he'd be bashing with his normal human strength. Still sucks to get shield-punched in the face though.
→ they stop momentum, and so block anything from bullets to cars, size or force doesn't matter, the shield itself does not depend on his strength
→ they have a texture that's incredibly strange, almost like a hybrid glass-plasma-wind to the touch.
→ it isn't particularly draining, he can hold it for long durations and the amount he's shielding doesn't really impact anything. you could, for instance, drop a building on him and he could hang out underneath his shield just the same as if he was using it to block rain
→ however, in a way it's like every other low-impact bodily human thing -- eventually his stamina will give out just like it would if he was made to stand up for an indefinite period of time. he can't hold his shield up and sleep, he can't maintain his shield if he can't keep his hands up
→ the curvature of the shield outwardly directs extreme heat or cold to protect his body from proximity-based harm; however, as his shield is not a bubble, it won't protect him from the environment as a whole. he can tank a flamethrower but not an oven, in other words.
→ despite being largely transparent, it also scatters light - ie, no lasering through it. spells cast at him, eldritch blasts, magical force balls, whatever -- no dice, impenetrable.
→ tl;dr look all he's got in the super power world is a shield, man, he can't even fly, let him have his scientifically baffling turtle shell ok.
→ they also faintly glow, making him a hit at raves or emergency Descent-style cave horror situations and that's clearly the most important part
Job History:
Most recently, Conner has been doing welding — professionally during the day, sculpture art in his free time
Prior to that, he spent the last 7 years working for an organization called LAND (Learning and National Defense). He was a special operative in the Defense division, working with a small highly trained combat-oriented team to perform ops such as breaking up black market drug rings or searching out and detaining gifted individuals to haul back into LAND for whatever their lowkey nefarious purposes were. In addition to the obvious fighting skills, this also lead to training on stealth & infiltration, minor tech related things like low-security hacking, explosives creation and use, pretty much the standard stock of skills you'd expect from a special ops agent at a shady high-tech quasi-government organization.
Before then, he was a minor drug dealer and member of a small gang. As such, he's familiar with most street-smarts skills, like lock picking, hotwiring a car, evading cops, and petty cons (hence the name conner).
Suppressions:
○ suicidal ideation/depression — he's successful at repressing the former after more than a year of therapy and a short stay at a mental health institution
○ guilt — it weighs heavily on him, impacting his daily life in small ways, particularly on his interactions with people
○ anxiety — brought on by the former issues, he's prone to the occasional anxiety attack and takes medication to repress it when applicable
○ temper — although not generally easily irritated, when he is his temper flares hot and fast. It takes deliberate work to smother it, and he isn't always successful.
○ vivid memories — he catches himself replaying things he's done in his mind, people he's hurt, especially that girl he thinks he killed
Greatest Fear:
Somehow being drug back in to work for LAND, forced to do the work he used to do permanently — or anything similar to it, being forcibly conscripted by any organization to do their dirty work and hurt people. Adding to his guilt pile is the biggest Nope he can imagine.
Greatest Desire:
Redemption, or maybe more simply, peace. The ability to breathe and live, and feel like he deserves to be loved by people — and finding those people, building the family he never really had but always craved without constantly worrying about them finding out about his past and abandoning him.
Greatest Regret:
Accidentally shooting an innocent girl, and the path that it led him down working for LAND for the next seven years of his life. All the pain and misery he's caused associated with it.
Sample:
here is a (very long) thread that has been going on continuously for a long time.
here is a much shorter text exchange if that's preferable!
Name: Em
Age: 18+
Contact:
Permission Post: here
CHARACTER
Name: Conner J
True Name: Connor Jaskulski
Canon: Original
Age: 33
History:
○ born in Liverpool, subtle Scouse accent toned own through years spent in America
○ mother moved there to be with his father; father lost his job due to a drinking habit
○ relocated to Chicago at age 14 to be with mother's family until father got back on his feet
○ father never got back on his feet; rampant alcoholism, cheated on his mother, several half-siblings strewn about
○ ran away at 16 after a particularly bad physical altercation with his father; couch-surfed with some friends for weeks, then friends of friends,then the dealers of friends of friends, selling and doing coke
○ intermittent homelessness in between shacking up with friends/partners/dealers/drug houses, couldn't hold down a real job, didn't feel the need to
○ did some petty cons (name was actually connor but friends started spelling it conner as a joke, it stuck)
○ things got pretty serious when he was about 21, started selling for a pretty dangerous crew; joined a gang to be quite honest, even if that's not what they called it
○ some of them knew about his power, made him a necessary person when getting into altercations
○ somebody owed them money & made off with a ton of product; he went with two other guys to break in and collect
○ things got heated; the guy ran, conner chased him. blew through the back door of a bodega; shots fired, used his power to stop the bullets, chaos ensued
○ sudden movement in the corner of his eye, high and terrified, pulled the trigger; it was just a girl
○ he ran; doesn't matter, cops were called well before & it was all caught on tape
○ sat in an interrogation room in somewhere decidedly not a police station
○ "you killed that girl; you also have 3 outstanding warrants and there are drugs on your person. you could go away for a long time, or you could work for us."
○ seven year contract, age 22-29 working for a paramilitary organization with a strict NDA
○ the kind of organization where the government looks the other way; LAND - Learning and National Defense
○ ops ranged from shutting down black market weapons manufacturing to eliminating "terror threats" to capturing other powered individuals for undisclosed reasons
○ thinks he knows what those reasons were, still dreams about breaking up families and hearing them beg
○ the contract ended and he didn't know what to do with himself after he walked out; decided he'd rather die than go back to being what he was
○ refused to answer the phone for any of his old team or even older crew, contemplated suicide, started spiraling out, drinking too much, almost pulled the trigger
○ checked himself into a mental health facility instead; met the best friend he's ever had while smoking a cigarette outside of it
○ worked through things with over a year of therapy and anti-depressants, went back to school for welding
○ started channeling his energy into welding sculpture art on the side & selling pieces
○ tentatively has his life together at 33, good welding job, decent at art, still regularly attends therapy
○ no drugs, minimal alcohol, not an addict
Inventory:
○ clothes
○ sketchbook & pencils
○ cellphone + headphones (for music mainly)
○ knife (in his boot)
○ necklace
○ wallet
○ half-empty pill bottle
○ pack of cigarettes & a lighter
Powers/Abilities:
Conner's gift is Impenetrable Shielding
His shield manifests as a translucent clear-blue convex oval roughly 7 ft tall & 5 feet wide at its maximum. He needs both hands for this. Alternatively, he can separate his hands and make two smaller circular shields, both a maximum of about 2.5 feet in diameter (sort of captain america shield sized, for reference). He can make either variation smaller. His hands are required in order to direct the shield; they don't have to be open but they do have to be pointed in the direction he wants to cover -- you could zip-tie or bind his hands behind his back and he could still shield, it would just be a useless butt shield, yay.
He can't just mentally produce a shield anywhere willy nilly without his hands, so if one is looking for a weakness in combat it would most likely be that. However, he's spent several years working with an elite special forces team doing intense combat training and having that weakness exploited during drills, so he is generally aware of compensating for that weakness.
His shields are very simple, there is no electric/psychic energy or otherwise harmful effect aside from the fact that they manifest as something very physical. As such, he can use them to bash things -- no supernatural strength, he'd be bashing with his normal human strength. Still sucks to get shield-punched in the face though.
→ they stop momentum, and so block anything from bullets to cars, size or force doesn't matter, the shield itself does not depend on his strength
→ they have a texture that's incredibly strange, almost like a hybrid glass-plasma-wind to the touch.
→ it isn't particularly draining, he can hold it for long durations and the amount he's shielding doesn't really impact anything. you could, for instance, drop a building on him and he could hang out underneath his shield just the same as if he was using it to block rain
→ however, in a way it's like every other low-impact bodily human thing -- eventually his stamina will give out just like it would if he was made to stand up for an indefinite period of time. he can't hold his shield up and sleep, he can't maintain his shield if he can't keep his hands up
→ the curvature of the shield outwardly directs extreme heat or cold to protect his body from proximity-based harm; however, as his shield is not a bubble, it won't protect him from the environment as a whole. he can tank a flamethrower but not an oven, in other words.
→ despite being largely transparent, it also scatters light - ie, no lasering through it. spells cast at him, eldritch blasts, magical force balls, whatever -- no dice, impenetrable.
→ tl;dr look all he's got in the super power world is a shield, man, he can't even fly, let him have his scientifically baffling turtle shell ok.
→ they also faintly glow, making him a hit at raves or emergency Descent-style cave horror situations and that's clearly the most important part
Job History:
Most recently, Conner has been doing welding — professionally during the day, sculpture art in his free time
Prior to that, he spent the last 7 years working for an organization called LAND (Learning and National Defense). He was a special operative in the Defense division, working with a small highly trained combat-oriented team to perform ops such as breaking up black market drug rings or searching out and detaining gifted individuals to haul back into LAND for whatever their lowkey nefarious purposes were. In addition to the obvious fighting skills, this also lead to training on stealth & infiltration, minor tech related things like low-security hacking, explosives creation and use, pretty much the standard stock of skills you'd expect from a special ops agent at a shady high-tech quasi-government organization.
Before then, he was a minor drug dealer and member of a small gang. As such, he's familiar with most street-smarts skills, like lock picking, hotwiring a car, evading cops, and petty cons (hence the name conner).
Suppressions:
○ suicidal ideation/depression — he's successful at repressing the former after more than a year of therapy and a short stay at a mental health institution
○ guilt — it weighs heavily on him, impacting his daily life in small ways, particularly on his interactions with people
○ anxiety — brought on by the former issues, he's prone to the occasional anxiety attack and takes medication to repress it when applicable
○ temper — although not generally easily irritated, when he is his temper flares hot and fast. It takes deliberate work to smother it, and he isn't always successful.
○ vivid memories — he catches himself replaying things he's done in his mind, people he's hurt, especially that girl he thinks he killed
Greatest Fear:
Somehow being drug back in to work for LAND, forced to do the work he used to do permanently — or anything similar to it, being forcibly conscripted by any organization to do their dirty work and hurt people. Adding to his guilt pile is the biggest Nope he can imagine.
Greatest Desire:
Redemption, or maybe more simply, peace. The ability to breathe and live, and feel like he deserves to be loved by people — and finding those people, building the family he never really had but always craved without constantly worrying about them finding out about his past and abandoning him.
Greatest Regret:
Accidentally shooting an innocent girl, and the path that it led him down working for LAND for the next seven years of his life. All the pain and misery he's caused associated with it.
Sample:
here is a (very long) thread that has been going on continuously for a long time.
here is a much shorter text exchange if that's preferable!