Starlit Avenue

Welcome to Starlit Avenue! We are an 18+ account-per-player forum roleplay, focused on a supernatural community in the Pacific Northwest. We are a slice-of-life style roleplay focusing on interpersonal drama and the struggles that come with being a discreet community of supernatural beings living in close proximity to mundane humans. To see more of what we have to offer, check out our guidebook, linked at the top of the site.

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Name: Felix Reginald Blackwater

Age: 46

Gender: Male, He/Him

Species: Possessed Human

Occupation: Mob Boss/Casino Owner


Appearance: Silver Fox, CEO

Personality: Confident, calculating, and calm

Abilities:

Situation: He bought a large house in Polaris Pass with cash.




Height: 6'2"

Body: He's in good shape. He's soft in the right places, but he's got the money for personal trainers, nutritionists, and a chef, so he's still toned.

Face: Felix has a full beard that he maintains very well. Trimmed, conditioned, the whole 9.

Eyes: Piercing baby blues

Hair: Styled combed back, he's greying on the sides with a few strands of grey mixed into the dark brown on the top

Clothes: Suits. Designer jackets and vests. Fancy ties. He's always dressed to impress.

Other: There's a scar on the left side of his stomach where he was shot.




Trait One: Calloused on the back, Soft on the palm: Felix is stern on those that work for him, and anyone that crosses him or his "family." But to those he cares about, he's soft and caring, going the extra mile to make sure they have whatever they need or want.

Trait Two: Staring down your rival: Felix is a mob boss and casino owner from Las Vegas. Constantly having people trying to off you and take over your business is a regular and you have to be cool in the face of that. No room to show weakness. Felix can sit in a room with his biggest rival, offer them a cigar, and then plan to have them offed as soon as they leave all without batting an eye.

Trait Three: The finer things in life: Felix loves the nicer things in life. Good whiskey, quality cigars, and well tailored suits. This applies to everything. He's more than happy to throw extra money at things for convenience and to make sure things get done his way, the right way.

Quirk: Regardless of what is done to him, he will always listen to someone if they offer to share a drink of a high quality liquor or cigar.



Template: Standard

Template Advantages:
Mental Immunity
Mesmer
Unique Sense - Ill Intent
Apex Attribute - Reflexes


Template Disadvantages:
Invitation Required
Lure - Offered Whiskey - Finish Glass
Unable To Lie
Otherworldly Disruption

Core Ability:
By reciting certain prayers or sayings in latin, Felix can bless, desecrate, or normalize his custom 1911 making it a Holy, Profane, or just a normal pistol.

Bless-[Eternal rest give unto him, O Lord, And let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen.]

Desecrate- [There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy.]

Normalize- [Live, if you so desire; if not, you may return to the place whence you came.]

Bonus: Filthy rich



Occupation: Mob Boss/Casino Owner

Housing: One of, if not the largest house in Polaris Pass. All paid in cash.

Wealth: Dirty, stinking, filthy rich. Legally and Illegally.




Date of Birth: November 1st

Place of Birth: Las Vegas, NV

History: Felix was born in Las Vegas. He got tied up in mob business early in life as a messenger, runner, eyes and ears, really whatever a kid could do for them. He was eager to do it as well. When his parents were killed at a young age, the mob took him in, specifically the Don. Caring for him as his own, Felix learned how to run everything; from the casino, to all the underlings. Manipulation, coercion, deceit, and bribery. They all became second nature.

It was a good thing too after his new found dad was shot in a mob hit. His car wrecked and riddled with bullets, he had left everything to Felix, including what Felix would find out to be his demon ring. Having to step quickly into the role, Felix faced adversity immediately, and turned to the ring in a moment desperation. Putting it on, hoping it would inspire thoughts of his adoptive father, the demon residing within it quickly flooded him. Years of knowledge and experience, coming to bear, it knocked Felix out for 3 days straight. Years later, Felix is a known name among Vegas and the surrounding area mobs.

Things were going well until some of his informants tipped him off that a rival was working with federal agents. With his danger sense ticking, Felix decided to get and stay out of town for a bit while things were looked over and proven clean. Felix decided to buy a house in the sleepy little tourist town of Polaris Pass and run the casino from a distance, taking trips back to Vegas when needed. The untapped potential of Polaris Pass, as well as the opportunities to move in on Portland, made the move all the more worthwhile for him.
 
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Name: Jason "Casper" Hendershot

Age: 24

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Species: Awakening Human

Occupation: Discharged Army Ranger


Appearance: Handsome. Muscular. Well groomed.

Personality: Generally confident and dealing with PTSD.

Abilities: None

Situation: House bought previously while serving. Stable with investments made.




Height: 6'3"

Body: Muscular. He works out on the regular and has done so for years. Not body builder bulky as he needed to be quick and agile, but definitely can move some weight. A few scars over his chest from knives and a scar on his shoulder from being shot.

Face: Strong jawline. Clean shaven almost all the time.

Eyes: Emerald Green

Hair: Dark hair that flows well. Shorter on the sides, but longer and styled on top.

Clothes: Jason dresses well, but comfortable. Jeans, nice shoes, and fashionable t-shirts.

Other: Any other characteristics not covered by the above?




Trait One: Humble: Jason is humble all things considered. This doesn't mean he lacks confidence in himself. It's much the opposite. Very much the silent professional, doing the job and moving on without all the pomp and circumstance.

Trait Two: Haunted: Jason is haunted by the memories of what has happened to him. Not just the events that led to his discharge, but practically every operation he went on and the things he had to do. He doesn't like talking about it and will get defensive if it's brought up.

Trait Three: People Person: Jason loves being around people. He loves to help everyone around him have a good time. Jason was known in his squad as the person that could help practically anyone out, and drag them out of dark places, even if it was only temporary. He'll buy drinks at the bar, invite people out places, and be the guy that shows up to help you move.

Quirk: Jason is in denial about being awake. Having so many therapy sessions, so many people tell him he was crazy, and so much pushback, he just knows he's making it all up himself.

Jason has moderate to severe PTSD that has gone untreated after watching his squad killed before his eyes violently, the number of people he has killed, as well as his abusive father. Lone nights at the bar will lead to shaky hands and too much alcohol to help him deal with the memories.

Since watching his squad killed, Jason has turned to alcohol to deal with the persistent nightmares, feeling better off passing out not remembering than reliving that night over and over again.

Hobbies-
-Jason loves sparring in all forms. Boxing, MMA, kickboxing. He's trained in multiple forms and mastered several.
-A favorite past time is a night out on the town with friends. He's the friend that buys rounds of drinks when things slow down to make sure the party keeps going.
-Secretly, he's been writing a sci-fi novel. Nothing is down on any serious manuscript or even really together, but he's been writing it chunk at a time during deployments and missions.



Occupation: Discharged Army Ranger. Unemployed for the moment.

Housing: House he bought while in the service and rented out until recently.

Wealth: Investments have allowed him to live comfortably after the service, but he will be looking for a job before long.




Date of Birth: May 26th

Place of Birth: Northern California

History: Jason grew up to an alcoholic mother and an abusive father. It didn't matter what he did, what his grades were, or how good he was at any given hobby or sport, Jason's father constantly took out his frustrations on the boy.

When Jason turned 18, he joined the Army straight out of high school to escape his father after being unable to convince his mother to leave him. Jason used this motivation to push himself in the army. Quickly he excelled at every task he was given and applied to become and Army Ranger. Graduating top of his class, he was then sent to Sniper school where he set a new standard. He earned the nickname "Casper" as in Casper the friendly ghost. When it came to sniping and night ops, Jason was "like a ghost," but his friendly nature with the squad was what really brought about the name.

It wasn't long before he found himself in charge of Echo squad and was being sent off to countries all over the world on missions he knew hardly anything about. But that was his specialty. Jason could be given an objective, no information, and his squad would seemingly accomplish the impossible.

They were assigned what should have been a routine mission to capture a hostile dictator. Given just basic info on the target, Echo squad was soon headed to REDACTED to do what they did best. The only issue was, their best wasn't enough this time. During the mission, they were jumped and attacked by several vampires and everyone but Jason was killed. Watching his squad mates torn apart by creatures that were only supposed to exist in legend, Jason was lucky to escape and survive till he was rescued days later.

During his debrief and subsequent therapy sessions, he was told his story was a figment of his imagination that he made up to cope with the slaughter of his squad. No one believed him. The more he pushed the subject, the more push back he received till he was finally medically discharged after he lashed out and nearly caved a superior officers face in.

Jason moved back to Polaris Pass where he had bought a home, and hoped to settle down one day, to only now try to restart his life.


Anything Else: No I am not looking for you to finish awakening him. He's in denial of his awakening due to his PTSD and therapy sessions.

CW: PTSD, Alcoholism, Child Abuse
 
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Name: Blake Tyrsblood

Age: 17

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Species: Valkyrie

Occupation: Student, Junior


Appearance: Tall. Fit. Gorgeous. She's the daughter of a Valkyrie and a god, what did you expect?

Personality: Confident, out to prove herself, wears her emotions on her sleeve.

Abilities: Enhanced physical attributes. Weapon/Armor Summoning. Battle Sight. Flight.

Situation: Allowance and house furnished by Tyr.




Height: 6'0"

Body: Muscular, but lithe. Porcelain skin. Wings that are almost always out, white with brown tips.

Face: Perfectly symmetrical horizontal thirds and vertical fifths add to her supernatural beauty.

Eyes: Emerald green.

Hair: Long, straight, blue-ish black in color.

Clothes: Stylish. She picks up on modern styles quickly and is always one of the best dressed.

Other: Always carries herself well. Can swing in moods wildly, but it's always controlled and intentional.




Trait One: Confident- Blake being the daughter of a Valkyrie and Tyr, the god of war, she is extremely confident in herself and her abilities. Any situation she puts herself in, she feels she can handle with ease and grace.

Trait Two: Something to prove- Blake knows she's right, and she's out to prove it. Constantly in her sister's shadow just from being younger, and not being the daughter of Thor like she is, Blake doesn't have the flashy abilities to wow those around her, so she feels she must prove herself constantly.

Trait Three: Mood swings- Blake can swing her moods intentionally in wild directions. With her wearing her moods openly, these can seem off putting to some.

Additional Information:
Immortal. Will not age past her mid-twenties and will not die of natural causes.

Wildly defensive of her father.

Sister of Sylvi Thorsblood (same mother).

Excellent sword fighter in multiple forms. Archery, brawling, and other forms of combat she excels in as well, but with a sword and shield is her bread and butter.

Extremely defensive of her hair.



Template: Standard

Template Advantages: Apex Attribute (Strength), Apex Attribute (Durability) Enhanced Attributes (Speed/Agility), Flight, Imbued Weapon (Holy - Sword), Supernatural Beauty, Graceful, Future Sight

Template Disadvantages: Elemental Weakness (Profane), Lure (Death), True name weakness (Brynhilde), Weak Spot (Wings), Imminent, Mental Vulnerability, Magically Dependent, Life-Bound (pendent)



Core Ability: Battle Sight- Blake was born for battle, for war. Being the daughter of Tyr she has been granted the sight over battle, able to replay fights again and again almost instantaneously, learning every possible outcome to the fight. This sight only begins once Blake recognizes she is in combat (be it sparring, life or death, or otherwise). It also only extends until the deciding blow of the fight.

Bonus:



Occupation: Student, Junior at CSM.

Housing: House supplied by Tyr that is looked over by various visiting deities. Allowance also from her parents.

Wealth: She's got what she needs, plus a little more, and can always go beg mom and dad for more if needed.




Date of Birth: July 21st

Place of Birth: Asgard

History: Blake was born of a Valkyrie and the god of war, Tyr. Being a born a few years after Sylvi (her sister) her destiny in how she would be raised was already decided for her. She spent every waking moment training and studying to be one of the fiercest warriors of all time as a Valkyrie. Coming up behind her older sister, Blake was always in her shadow, constantly being compared to her. It didn't help that Sylvi was Thor's daughter, and Blake wasn't. The name wasn't as flashy, even though it held the same, if not more weight among other warriors.

When Blake wasn't training with her valkyrie sisters, she spent her time with her father Tyr, learning all about war. How they started, how they progressed, winners, loser, underdogs and favorites, strategies, and even down to how an individual could influence an entire war with one action. War after war. Squabble after squabble. Comparing the fights among the gods to the fights among humans. It all built up and impressed on her one thing: Human's weren't worth it.

Day after day of listening to her rants, Blake's mother finally decided to send her to Midgard so she could learn about the humans in the most direct way. Her mom wanted her to know more than just the stories she was told by the gods and her sisters. She wanted Blake to have her own stories and experiences before committing to the decision that humans weren't worth the gods time or gaze. So she was sent to Polaris Pass where at least her sister could help look after her.
 
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Name Cristina Covaci
Age 25
Gender Female (she/her)
Species Awakened Human
Occupation Olcott University Professor of Technologies
Appearance Short dark hair. Glasses. Wheelchair bound.
Personality Calm under pressure, and adaptive.
Abilities The wheelchair is a supercomputer and she is stupid rich.
Situation Rich from Inheritance of what parents invested in and patents on new technologies.

Appearance​

Height 5'0"
Body Slim Frame from years wheelchair bound and being behind a computer. Paler skin indicates the time she has spent indoors.
Face Fine features are offset by larger squared rimmed glasses that make her eyes appear larger than they are.
Eyes Brown eyes sit hidden behind a set of glasses.
Hair Short dark hair doesn't quite reach her shoulders.
Clothes Preferred style is baggy clothing, even when dressing up. The more relaxed style is a stark comparison to how much the clothes cost her as Cris always buys expensive and name brand.
Other Other than being wheelchair bound, Cris always wears mismatched socks and almost never wears shoes.

Personality​

Cool, Calm, and Collected: After what she's been through, not much shakes Cris anymore.

A story has two sides: Cris does her best to stay unbiased. She understands that nothing is as cut and dry as it seems.

Down but not out: Cris understands her limitations, but she doesn't try to pretend she can do things how she used to. Instead she finds new ways to accomplish things she used to be able to do.


Abilities​

Ability Format None

Core Advantage
The Chair and implant: Cris is wheelchair bound, and because of this, she has invested and continues to invest heavily into her wheelchair. Using technologies she has uncovered through downed alien spacecraft research and development, the chair is equipped with a powerful computer that links directly to her through her implant. The encryption on it is top of the line and virtually unbreakable. Constantly connected to the internet, Cris is able to access anything with just a few keystrokes. Flexible glass display screens fold into the arms allowing the chair to take on the look of a regular one.

Bonus
Stupid rich. Inheritance from parents and grandparents that had invested heavily and gotten lucky in the stock market as well as patents she has gotten on improving and developing new technologies.

Current Situation​

Occupation College Professor
Housing Nice size house out in the woods near the lake.
Wealth Loaded.

History​

Date of Birth December 20th
Place of Birth San Jose, CA (Silicon Valley)

Cris grew up to technological savvy parents in Silicon Valley. Both worked for large tech firms and raised Cris to love technology as much as they did. When Cris was 16 she was accepted into Stanford university due to her unparalleled gift with technology. She studied there for two year till she was 18. Then it happened.

One night, her parents were taking Cris out to dinner when an (unknown at the time) alien ran into her father, being chased by a trio of Supernatural hunters. Her father tried to help the alien and hide him around the corner from the hunters. When they arrived, a scuffle broke out. During the attack, the hunters killed both her mother and father. While Cris was attempting to run away with the alien, she was shot in the back. The bullet severed her spine, and paralyzed her. That was when the alien fully revealed himself, and killed the hunters. With Cris lying there, unable to move, the alien implanted something into her that began working quickly to save her life. Cris finally blacked out from the pain, and when she awoke, she was in the hospital being seen by a known awakened doctor.

During her two years of surgeries and therapies, Cris learned a great deal about the supernatural world she was now privy to. After these two years she was finally released from the hospital, Cris moved to Polaris Pass to be able to work easier. Five more years of work, research, and development, and Cris had molded herself an online identity to use to peruse online forums and debates known as ValkyrieArts (or Valkyrie for short). During those five year, having found out the alien implant allowed her to interact with computers easier, Cris earned multiple degrees in technologies, exobiology, robotics, and astronautics as well as developed and had built her wheelchair.

Recently, Cris has taken a job at Olcott university in their extraterrestrial technology research section.
 
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Name: Leloo

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Werewolf

Occupation: Student...or was


Appearance: Young Muscle mommy in training.

Personality: Firecracker

Abilities: She be strong. She be fast. And she kick a lot of ass.

Situation: She lives in a hotel for now. Thankfully cash still works BUUUUUT....




Height: 6'2"

Body: She's very muscular and toned with thicc thighs that save lives. Her skin has a softer tone to it that seems ironic to her build, but gives her a nice soft and comfortable look when she's not actively flexing or working out.

Face: She has a solid jawline, that curves more at the back than is pronounced. Her cheeks are a little higher giving her an almost doll-like look when she smiles.

Eyes: Deep, rich brown. Always sparkling with mischief

Hair: Comes down well below her shoulders and is never her natural brown color. Red, blue, green, purple. Anything to make her stand out even more.

Clothes: Athletic gear. Baggy sweats, curve-hugging leggings, and shorts that show off her legs. Crop tops or just a sports bra are commonplace. But that doesn't mean she can't get fancy when she wants to.

Other: She has several tattoos, including a full sleeve on her right arm, one on her left shoulder, one across her chest, a back piece that spreads down her side, a few on her abs, one down her right leg, and her last on her left thigh.




Trait One: Spitfire: Leloo is quick to anger, quick to get excited, and quick to jump to do something. She is always going and doesn't want to be slowed down or held back.

Trait Two: Something to Prove: Leloo absolutely has something to prove. She's the youngest of her litter, as well as the shortest (yes at 6'2").

Trait Three: Hidden blonde: Leloo might be a brunette hiding under the color, but she might as well be a stereotyped blonde. Things go over her head easily, but don't you dare talk down to her. Whenever she catches on, they'll be hell to pay....whenever she catches on...eventually.

Quirk: She's a gym and fitness nut. Weights. Crossfit. Marathons. Spartan Races. All of it she does equally and without judgment to others. She's basically always seen with a set of headphones listening to the "classics": EDM, Electro House, Hardstyle, and future bass, just to name a few. Take her to a rave. No seriously. Do it. Oh yea, and she's an apprentice blacksmith. Or was. And the traditional type of blacksmith.



Template:

Template Advantages:
Apex Strength*
Apex Speed
Enhanced Regeneration and Endurance
Enhanced Senses (Hearing/Smell)
Monster Form (huge)
Graceful

Template Disadvantages:
Moonbound (Full Moon)
Aversion (Wolfsbane)
Starving
Mental Vulnerability
Invitation Required
Weakness (Silver)

Core Ability: Leloo has the ability to strengthen or weaken metal by touch. This can be from making a solid block of steel as malleable as clay all the way to making aluminum as strong as a block of tungsten. Generally, she uses this carefully in with her blacksmithing to aid in whatever she is making.

Bonus: Increased Apex Strength



Occupation: None ATM but likely will be trying to get into school if she can't figure out how to get home

Housing: She's crashing in her car for the moment

Wealth: A general sense of how well off your character is. Are they filthy rich? Comfortable? Barely making ends meet?




Date of Birth: Dec 21

Place of Birth: Future Polaris Pass

History: Leloo was born in Polaris Pass....in 2043. Her life was great growing up surrounded by her extremely large family, except for her asshole older brothers. Being the youngest and smallest and only girl, she was constantly picked on her entire life. She grew up quickly trying to outdo her brothers and others in her family. Due to this competitive personality, she quickly fell in love with fitness and working out. Obstacle course races were her weekend plans. Social media presence was her weekday pastime.

One night, heading to a music festival in Southern California, her car was caught in a lightning storm that seemed to appear out of nowhere, centered on and containing basically only her car. The ensuing events knocked Leloo out until she awoke back in the woods in Polaris Pass with a splitting head, a dead car, and no clue exactly what happened. Unknown to Leloo, she had been thrown backwards in time somehow, to Polaris Pass 2023.

Head foggy and struggling to recall details of her past, Leloo pushed her car to an empty lot by a trailhead, gathered what was left of her clothes and cash in a gym bag, and headed into town to try to figure everything out.
 
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Name: Marcel Luis Henri aka Luis

Age: 25

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Species: Awakened Human

Occupation: Monster Hunter


Appearance: Tanned skin, fit/toned body, long brown hair.

Personality: Suave. Generally relaxed.

Abilities: Curses/Hexes, Divination, healing

Situation: Staying at hotels. Credit card fraud and cash from selling odds and ends and services.




Height: 6 foot flat

Body: Toned body with tanned skin. He looks like he's outside in the sun a fair amount. He's got scars across his chest and arms.

Face: A scar over one eye.

Eyes: Bright amber eyes

Hair: Longer in length and brown. Luis usually wears it down, but might also put half of it up.

Clothes: Pants with deep pockets and jackets or overshirts used to hide various items.

Other: Any other characteristics not covered by the above?




Trait One: Cool and collected- He's calm and always seems in control, at least of himself.

Trait Two: Friendly and approachable- His smile is infectious. It's not just attractive, but it's disarming. He's the type of person you just feel like you can bring any problem to.

Trait Three: Demon Dealer- Luis has literally made deals with demons, and gotten out of them. This has led him to a level of confidence that has him believing he can handle anything that gets tossed his way.

Quirk: Accent-He speaks with a French accent that is heavily Cajun/Creole influenced and would sound off to anyone that actually speaks native French.

Sold you Soul for Talent- No not that he's actually done it yet, but he can play the hell out of a guitar and has a voice that only the devil could have granted, or so his grandmother told him. (reference: updog, Ethan Gander, Rory Wembley)


Template: State which template(s) you're using.

Template Advantages:
Spellcasting (Hexes/Curses) - Calls upon lwa achte (Bought spirits) to bestow harm upon others
Spellcasting (Divination) - Calls upon the supernatural to answer questions about the world around him. Usually, it is his Iwa, but can be other entities if needed.
Spellcasting (Healing) - Calls upon Iwa or demons to heal himself or others at the cost of his life or physical body.

Template Disadvantages:



Core Ability:

Bonus: Elemental Form (Smoke)



Occupation: Supernatural Hunter

Housing: Hotel

Wealth: Credit card fraud and cash from odds and ends he sells as well as services done.




Date of Birth: June 24

Place of Birth: New Orleans, LA

History: Marcel Luis Henri (ON-REE) was born of a large mixed Cajun/Creole family. He was raised respecting family, his elders, and especially the women and matriarchs of the family. That was his way of life. Behind closed doors, the Henris practiced an adapted version of voodoo that took in teachings/preachings from Haitian Voodoo, Catholicism, Hindu, and mixed in their own heavy dose of New Orleans Voodoo. Luis was closest to his grandmother, who swore he made a deal with the devil for his singing voice.

When Luis turned 20, his family had a knock on the door. His Grandmother answered the door to a demon panicked and on the run from a hunter. Letting the demon in, she agreed to safe haven for the demon until the hunter left.

Unfortunately, the hunter found the Henri house and confronted the family. Fear gripped the demon as it quickly grabbed Luis's mother and threatened to kill her if the hunter didn't let them leave. With no regard for the family, the hunter attacked the demon, killing Luis's mother immediately to get to the demon. A massive fight ensued, killing all but Luis and the demon. With a smirk, the demon left Luis there to die.

Luis reached out to his Grandmother the only way he knew how, through song. He asked her for help, for guidance. That was when his wounds began to close as he felt a familiar presence within him. His Grandmother reached back out to him, spoke to him, and guided his spirit to becoming an Oungan (voodoo priest) with her as his Iwa.

With no traditional initiation or apprenticeship, and nothing written down, Luis set off on his own. He vowed to protect those that couldn't protect themselves from both supernatural, and those that would hunt supernatural. Lack of regard for innocent life was the sin, and he was the judge. 5 years of travelling, Luis had made a small name for himself, some may have heard of him as The Henri Hex, depending on how connected they were.

Hearing repeated stories and news out of a small town called Polaris Pass, Luis set out to find out what was going on and made his way to town.
 
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Name: L.E.O.N 647(Lightweight Engineer Of the Navy S/N: 647)

Age: 15 (He's a robot)

Gender: Male Coded

Species: Robot (He/Him/It)

Occupation: Engineer


Appearance: He's a robot with 4 arms, and a holographic face.

Personality: Do I need to say it is a robot? He's working on it.

Abilities: It's got some strength, special vision, and can hook into things to run diagnostics on them. His hands/fingers contain various tools he uses to work on things.

Situation: He doesn't need for much, but he lives mainly on the ship.




Height: 6'0"

Body: Shiny metal with blue and yellow accents. Male coded for creature comfort. (Unawakened: He's an average dude. Body is maybe a little too perfect with no blemishes or anything). It has 4 arms, though unless working, the extra two are normally folded up into his body.

Face: His "face" is a hologram that he can change to show different things. (Unawakened: If average had a face, it would be him.)

Eyes: They're holograms when it has them. (Unawakened: Hazel eyes, but they shift depending on the color he shows for his holograms.)

Hair: He's got no hair, just metal. (Unawakened: Perfectly cut, straight and black, doesn't seem to move much, it at all.)

Clothes: Leon usually has on some form of protective coveralls. It has started adopting clothing when it isn't working however.

Other:




Trait One: Deadpan- Leon does his best to emote, it just hasn't gotten the hang of it yet.

Trait Two: Assignments and programming- Leon was programmed to repair and improve the ships he was assigned to. Being assigned to [x] Leon will sacrifice himself for the betterment of the ship and its crew.

Trait Three: Learn Learn Learn- Leon was programmed to constantly learn about the ships it worked on. Due to his damage and malfunction, it has turned into Leon wanting to learn about all it can.

Quirk: Malfunctioning: Some of Leon's programming is short-circuited and has since caused him to act erratically (some say more people-like).



Template: Standard

Template Advantages:
Walking Smartphone
Multiple Limbs (4 arms)
Apex Attribute (Durability)
Enhanced Attributes (Strength, Endurance)
Unliving
Mental Immunity

Template Disadvantages:
No Regeneration
Malware Weakness
Invitation Required
Under Orders (Saeta Steel)
Elemental Weakness (Electricity)


Core Ability: Engineer- Leon was created to be an engineer, and as such can examine or connect to any mechanical or computational piece of equipment, allowing it to analyze it and diagnose any problems. This also shows him exactly what it would take to repair said equipment, provided he had the correct materials or tools needed.

Bonus: Took Advantage without a corresponding Disadvantage



Occupation: Engineering robot

Housing: Aboard the "Chrome Falcon."

Wealth: He's a robot. He's owned if anything. He has no wealth.




Date of Birth: Q3 day 64. It doesn't know what it would translate to in Earth time.

Place of Birth: Oranth 38 (another world)

History: L.E.O.N 647 was designed by the Oranth Navy to repair their ships. After it became clear that it was malfunctioning, Unit 647 was sold off to a small repair depot. It was there that Leon 647 was assigned to work on Saeta Steel's ship for some standard repairs. While he was working on the ship (roughly translated to Chrome Falcon) Saeta and her crew had to leave the depot quickly as raiders were inbound. Unaware that Leon was still onboard, the crew made it out relatively unscathed. When he was discovered still under a manifold working, Saeta decided that Leon could stay as it made it apparent that "Repairs aren't done."

Leon proved to be a vital crew member as incident after incident came and went and Leon held the ship together. It worked constantly to make repairs and improvements where it could. Then the latest attack came. Leon's already malfunctioning processor had gone into overdrive to diagnose, re-direct power/coolant/whatever else to keep the ship together. As word came that Saeta was about to blindly jump to hyperspace, Leon highly advised her against it, stating structural integrity would not allow the ship to survive. Telling him to figure it out, Saeta made the jump.

When they arrived, Leon was heavily damaged, but the ship and it's crew, had made it. Standing theory is that Leon had actually latched onto the ship to hold it together while they jumped. Though he adamantly refutes that, some of the crew continue to tell the story that way, or insist that's what happened. Where they had made it to, well that was their next objective given by their captain, to figure out just that, and how to get home.
 
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