Replacement: Doctor Pacifica Miles, Mad Scientist.
Aug 8, 2010 20:26:16 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2010 20:26:16 GMT
MAD SCIENCE!
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Name: Dr. Pacifica Miles
Other Aliases: Doctor Miles to most people, Pacifica to friends and people she respects.
Age: 31 years old. Seymore is 42.
Species:Spark - Sparks are simply humans with the 'spark', or powerful intellectual faculties for mad science. They can create things outside the scope of conventional sciences.
Face Claim:
Height:5 foot 11 inches
Weight: 140
Eyes: Blue - but you'd never know that, what with her goggles and all.
Hair: Manic green! So green you'd just as well think she had grass on her head! It kind of grows in tufts around cybernetic implants, lending her a crazy "I don't eat babies, I make monsters that do that for me" kind of look.
Aura Color: Yellow
Description: Imagine a skinny woman. Now give her fireproof brown leather clothing, a boyish build, matted green hair that grows in spouts around harsh-looking metal implants in her skull attatched to a pair of goggles and headphones that look like they wouldn't be terribly out of place in an optometrist's office - a MAD optometrist, that is - and put a perpetual manic grin of pearly whites on a dirty face, knock out a couple teeth, give her nigh-endless pockets and pouches full of inexplicably dangerous looking devices, put embrossed, dull bronze-looking metal plates on her old-timey brown leather swallowtail jacket with pinstripes, and you have got a great idea what Doctor Miles looks like.
Seymore is a man that looks like he just came from the Scarred Gentleman's club, with an immaculate white suit with black leather gloves and polished black boots. His brightly-red hair is slicked back, not a hair out of place, and his face and neck is so thoroughly scarred - noseless, lipless, earless, and missing a natural eye - replaced by a cybernetic implant wired into his neck - and you've got Seymore.
Personality:
"3 settings on a woman like this one: Off, Smiling, and not smiling."
-Seymore, with a smile.
When she is smiling, she approaches life with the throttle nailed down to the floor. She's usually pretty happy about her lot in life - going to a new world was a PERK of a mistake, not a drawback, a marvelous new adventure, just when she thought she knew enough about her old world. the world through her goggles is fascinating, an endless source of inspiration & gleeful research.
PAcifica is NOT evil, not in the strictest sense of the world: She has no interest in destruction for its own sake, no desire to rule the world or eat your kid sister alive. No, she does everything she does for what she believes to be for good reasons... well, a good reason, anyhow - SCIENCE of course! That said, she has absolutely no sympathy for human sentiments like pain and suffering, which she sees as simply part of it all. Ethics and morality are alien concepts. If her studies can benefit from doing something, she will do it, and with bubbly scientific gusto, to hell with confusing herself with abstract concepts like ethics - pointless.
When she's not smiling... its not a good thing. She doesn't get upset when experiments fail or when something she made blows up, or even when someone tries to kill her. No, her smile fades only when knowledge-rich experiments of great value - irreplacable - get compromised, and its not a pretty sight. Seymore, her closest human contact gives her a wide berth on days when her manic grin is nowhere to be found, and encourages others to do the same, even bitter enemies.
Pacifica runs herself into the ground, she doesn't get 'tired'. Either she's up and about, making something or experimenting on something, or she's asleep in a heap somewhere and Seymore is carrying her off.
Moral Alignment: Neutral - her only allegience is SCIENCE!
Weapons and Equipment:
Seymore - Seymore does her physical fighting when she's in danger. He *IS* a weapon.
Tools - What kind of mad scientist would she be if she didn't have tools? A lot of them make great improvised weapons in a pinch. Hard to argue with five pound wrench or a nailgun.
Special Skills:
(Mad) SCIENCE!: She has a variety of knowledge - practical and otherwise.
Cooking: Its simple chemistry, after all. She makes wildly experimental, not-neccesarily edible dishes. And pie. Honestly, though, Seymore does most of her cooking.
Repair - Something of a hobby. She can fix almost anything, and if she can't, she'll study it with a passion until she can!
Leadership - In her cradle dimension, she was a one-woman nation with hundreds of minions at her beck and call. Its all-too easy to get swept up in her creative bursts and offer a tool here and there. She can inspire a loyalty in certain kinds of people, especially when there are benefits to be reaped from loyalty. And believe you me, there are.
Seymore - Her right-hand man. He's a gentleman, fiercely loyal, and a skilled spy in his own right. He's marred by a tragic accident in his youth, rendering the surface layer of his skin a scarred leather, his face something only his mistress could love. He is her guardian, a skilled martial artist skilled with many of his mistress's inventions, and man alive can he make a good bistro soup. Doesn't talk much, though...
Relationship Status: Single, but her only love is science!
Family: The only human being she keeps close is her minion, butler, sometimes-lover, bodyguard, and Dear-friend, Seymore.
Place Of Birth: Oh, she's from around here. Around here is relative - she's a dimensional traveler. She was something of a one-woman nation in her home dimension... here, she's from... Well, you get it I think.
History: This is a story for another time. Suffice to say, her latest invention - a trans-dimensional slipgate - did not go as planned, and it didn't turn out to be such a bad thing for her. She's been here for something of a week, setting up a lair in the desert, mining for the fascinating ores she's found here, and making herself comfortable studying local plant life, relatively quietly.
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Class I Abilities
Dimensional Eye Drone: An automaton suspended in an altered reality field, rendering it invisible to the naked eye and floating midair without sound or light. The drone itself is useful as a spy - each is controlled by neural actuation, directly linked to their mistress. They look like crystal orbs suspended in a liquid crystal, with a hard shell of fluted silver metal, similar in its ornate appearance to many of her creations.
Death Ray: Once you've seen one death ray, you've seen em' all. Standard mad scientist fare - the Details of each one varies, but they're all handheld devices made to inflict generous ammounts of harm with the pull of a trigger. A lot of hers are pistols with an external-backpack mounted powersource.
Icarus Drive Research: The Icarus drive is a scalable antigravity lift system derived from the study of ki-based flight techniques. With sufficient power consumption regulators (oh dear god oh dear god dont forget those), the system can be applied to anything from people to colossal death machines, properly designed and integrated! Ah, that smell of ozone! The rush of wingless flight! The screaming in terror when it malfunctions and flings test subjects headlong into blunt objects! Thankfully, she's pretty sure she has the kinks worked out.... pretty sure, anyway - only a true fool is certain.
Harmony Device: A marvelous little creation she engineered back in the heady days she spent in the jungle, dealing with flesh eating plants and... well, the device is concerned with attuning itself to living rhythms. Still-living matter can be preserved as the device compensates to preserve it at its current state, providing ample feed of energy to do so with a proper powersource, of course. That was its original purpose - with proper calibration and time, it can be used to actually encourage natural processes of healing, or outright repair minor damage to tissues. With a proper life-support tank, this device could also provide long-term care for speedy recovery. The fact that it takes samples and records data about attatched organisms is merely a perk.
Enhanced Optics Goggles: Goggles that provide visible data on everything within the field of view, based on a databank and readings from sensors. Works like sense power level, among other things. Its a mad world! The properties behind the EO Goggles can be applied to larger sensor arrays, scalable easily - just need bigger lenses, and more work.
Class II Abilities
Defencor:Whats seven feet tall, broad, made of steel, armed with death rays and pincer claws, and talks like a gentleman? Why, its the best bodyguard around, of course - the Defencor! This automaton design is her own, marked with her own ornate design and armed modular death ray pods she can change out, refuel, and tinker with to her heart's content! She usually has several of these badboys around. They fear nothing, they feel no (serious) pain, and each is strong enough to snap a man in two like a toothpick! Sure... they look old-timey... but if you underestimate them...
She makes a lot of these reliable robot thugs to keep her company for pleasant conversation and company. They do more than shoot death rays, after all - Cooking, childcare, handiwork, cleaning, health-care, puppeteering, and minion-ing, each purpose with a... uniform to match. Did I mention she's a MAD scientist?
Cynosural Beacon Drone: This cat-sized spiderbot has a big, bulbous red crystal hind end that is slightly out of phase with the rest of its body. It has, equipped, a Cynosural Beacon - Which lets it warp space and time to call equipment, defencors, or perhaps mistress latest project. Or pie. They aren't hard for her to make, not really. It can take several to call something big through, but they survive being a beacon for a Cynosural field. Very occasionally, something from the space inbetween dimensions decides to come through and say hello, though... much to the horror and amusement of all.
Inspiration!: Mad problem solving! Give her a pocket watch, a paper clip, a nine-volt battery, and a screwdriver and she can make a death ray in thirty five seconds flat. Inspiration is the driving force behind innovation, after all. She takes seconds to make any class 1 invention, minutes to make a class II invention, and hours to make a class III invention that I have mentioned here, rather than hours, days, and weeks. At work, she is a cackling, grinning blur! She could, alternatively, modify an existing device, or come up with something experimental as a solution to some practical problem. No guarantee that will work, though...
Force-Resonance Capacitor: A recent creation derived from the tech she researched for the Cynosural Beacon Drone, made for use as an alternative powersource and a means to deal with and study some of the superpowered life forms she's been encountering capable of shooting many varieties of energy, the Force-Resonance capacitor is a scalable invention that consists of a backpack and a specially made power-gauntlet on a personal-based model, or a reactor and dish of some kind on a larger-scale model. Force-resonance capacitors can store many different kinds of energy in a single receptacle, while maintaining the original structure and properties of the original energy in a compressed extradimensional space, for later analasys or to be put through an integrated transformer for use as energy for other devices.
Doomsday Device: A death ray is a personal implement of destruction. A doomsday device is much larger in scale, something nobody could carry around with them, and appropriately greater in destructive capability. When you want a hole in a moon, a city block leveled with the push of a button, or you want to hold a small country hostage for fun and for profit, a doomsday device is your weapon of choice. The details of each individual such device varies widely... But the basics are the same - big, lots of great destructive feedback, and designed, built and used as the product of a sick, brilliant mind.
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Class III Abilities
Colossal Death Machine: Be it a gigantic zeppelin carrying around a doomsday device, a giant robot wreaking her will on the world, or a mech bearing its master into battle, the Colossal Death Machine is the ultimate expression of creative insanity. These behemoth creations all share one primary attribute: They're bloody huge. Not all such machines are made for war: After all, she IS a scientist, not (just) a totally deranged Psychopath. Nothing says "Hello, I'm going to subjugate your town and capture your residents now for the benefit of science- cooperate or suffer!" like a giant robot at your gates or a humongous zeppelin blocking out the sun, though.
Player Information
[/color][/font][/center]Name: Nemo
AIM:
YIM:
Windows Live: Jollybootofdoom@hotmail.com
Email:Same!
Other Contact Info: NO!
Character Statistics
[/color][/font][/center]Name: Dr. Pacifica Miles
Other Aliases: Doctor Miles to most people, Pacifica to friends and people she respects.
Age: 31 years old. Seymore is 42.
Species:Spark - Sparks are simply humans with the 'spark', or powerful intellectual faculties for mad science. They can create things outside the scope of conventional sciences.
Face Claim:
Height:5 foot 11 inches
Weight: 140
Eyes: Blue - but you'd never know that, what with her goggles and all.
Hair: Manic green! So green you'd just as well think she had grass on her head! It kind of grows in tufts around cybernetic implants, lending her a crazy "I don't eat babies, I make monsters that do that for me" kind of look.
Aura Color: Yellow
Description: Imagine a skinny woman. Now give her fireproof brown leather clothing, a boyish build, matted green hair that grows in spouts around harsh-looking metal implants in her skull attatched to a pair of goggles and headphones that look like they wouldn't be terribly out of place in an optometrist's office - a MAD optometrist, that is - and put a perpetual manic grin of pearly whites on a dirty face, knock out a couple teeth, give her nigh-endless pockets and pouches full of inexplicably dangerous looking devices, put embrossed, dull bronze-looking metal plates on her old-timey brown leather swallowtail jacket with pinstripes, and you have got a great idea what Doctor Miles looks like.
Seymore is a man that looks like he just came from the Scarred Gentleman's club, with an immaculate white suit with black leather gloves and polished black boots. His brightly-red hair is slicked back, not a hair out of place, and his face and neck is so thoroughly scarred - noseless, lipless, earless, and missing a natural eye - replaced by a cybernetic implant wired into his neck - and you've got Seymore.
Personality:
"3 settings on a woman like this one: Off, Smiling, and not smiling."
-Seymore, with a smile.
When she is smiling, she approaches life with the throttle nailed down to the floor. She's usually pretty happy about her lot in life - going to a new world was a PERK of a mistake, not a drawback, a marvelous new adventure, just when she thought she knew enough about her old world. the world through her goggles is fascinating, an endless source of inspiration & gleeful research.
PAcifica is NOT evil, not in the strictest sense of the world: She has no interest in destruction for its own sake, no desire to rule the world or eat your kid sister alive. No, she does everything she does for what she believes to be for good reasons... well, a good reason, anyhow - SCIENCE of course! That said, she has absolutely no sympathy for human sentiments like pain and suffering, which she sees as simply part of it all. Ethics and morality are alien concepts. If her studies can benefit from doing something, she will do it, and with bubbly scientific gusto, to hell with confusing herself with abstract concepts like ethics - pointless.
When she's not smiling... its not a good thing. She doesn't get upset when experiments fail or when something she made blows up, or even when someone tries to kill her. No, her smile fades only when knowledge-rich experiments of great value - irreplacable - get compromised, and its not a pretty sight. Seymore, her closest human contact gives her a wide berth on days when her manic grin is nowhere to be found, and encourages others to do the same, even bitter enemies.
Pacifica runs herself into the ground, she doesn't get 'tired'. Either she's up and about, making something or experimenting on something, or she's asleep in a heap somewhere and Seymore is carrying her off.
Moral Alignment: Neutral - her only allegience is SCIENCE!
Weapons and Equipment:
Seymore - Seymore does her physical fighting when she's in danger. He *IS* a weapon.
Tools - What kind of mad scientist would she be if she didn't have tools? A lot of them make great improvised weapons in a pinch. Hard to argue with five pound wrench or a nailgun.
Special Skills:
(Mad) SCIENCE!: She has a variety of knowledge - practical and otherwise.
Cooking: Its simple chemistry, after all. She makes wildly experimental, not-neccesarily edible dishes. And pie. Honestly, though, Seymore does most of her cooking.
Repair - Something of a hobby. She can fix almost anything, and if she can't, she'll study it with a passion until she can!
Leadership - In her cradle dimension, she was a one-woman nation with hundreds of minions at her beck and call. Its all-too easy to get swept up in her creative bursts and offer a tool here and there. She can inspire a loyalty in certain kinds of people, especially when there are benefits to be reaped from loyalty. And believe you me, there are.
Seymore - Her right-hand man. He's a gentleman, fiercely loyal, and a skilled spy in his own right. He's marred by a tragic accident in his youth, rendering the surface layer of his skin a scarred leather, his face something only his mistress could love. He is her guardian, a skilled martial artist skilled with many of his mistress's inventions, and man alive can he make a good bistro soup. Doesn't talk much, though...
Character Background
[/color][/font][/center]Relationship Status: Single, but her only love is science!
Family: The only human being she keeps close is her minion, butler, sometimes-lover, bodyguard, and Dear-friend, Seymore.
Place Of Birth: Oh, she's from around here. Around here is relative - she's a dimensional traveler. She was something of a one-woman nation in her home dimension... here, she's from... Well, you get it I think.
History: This is a story for another time. Suffice to say, her latest invention - a trans-dimensional slipgate - did not go as planned, and it didn't turn out to be such a bad thing for her. She's been here for something of a week, setting up a lair in the desert, mining for the fascinating ores she's found here, and making herself comfortable studying local plant life, relatively quietly.
Techniques
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Class I Abilities
Dimensional Eye Drone: An automaton suspended in an altered reality field, rendering it invisible to the naked eye and floating midair without sound or light. The drone itself is useful as a spy - each is controlled by neural actuation, directly linked to their mistress. They look like crystal orbs suspended in a liquid crystal, with a hard shell of fluted silver metal, similar in its ornate appearance to many of her creations.
Death Ray: Once you've seen one death ray, you've seen em' all. Standard mad scientist fare - the Details of each one varies, but they're all handheld devices made to inflict generous ammounts of harm with the pull of a trigger. A lot of hers are pistols with an external-backpack mounted powersource.
Icarus Drive Research: The Icarus drive is a scalable antigravity lift system derived from the study of ki-based flight techniques. With sufficient power consumption regulators (oh dear god oh dear god dont forget those), the system can be applied to anything from people to colossal death machines, properly designed and integrated! Ah, that smell of ozone! The rush of wingless flight! The screaming in terror when it malfunctions and flings test subjects headlong into blunt objects! Thankfully, she's pretty sure she has the kinks worked out.... pretty sure, anyway - only a true fool is certain.
Harmony Device: A marvelous little creation she engineered back in the heady days she spent in the jungle, dealing with flesh eating plants and... well, the device is concerned with attuning itself to living rhythms. Still-living matter can be preserved as the device compensates to preserve it at its current state, providing ample feed of energy to do so with a proper powersource, of course. That was its original purpose - with proper calibration and time, it can be used to actually encourage natural processes of healing, or outright repair minor damage to tissues. With a proper life-support tank, this device could also provide long-term care for speedy recovery. The fact that it takes samples and records data about attatched organisms is merely a perk.
Enhanced Optics Goggles: Goggles that provide visible data on everything within the field of view, based on a databank and readings from sensors. Works like sense power level, among other things. Its a mad world! The properties behind the EO Goggles can be applied to larger sensor arrays, scalable easily - just need bigger lenses, and more work.
Class II Abilities
Defencor:Whats seven feet tall, broad, made of steel, armed with death rays and pincer claws, and talks like a gentleman? Why, its the best bodyguard around, of course - the Defencor! This automaton design is her own, marked with her own ornate design and armed modular death ray pods she can change out, refuel, and tinker with to her heart's content! She usually has several of these badboys around. They fear nothing, they feel no (serious) pain, and each is strong enough to snap a man in two like a toothpick! Sure... they look old-timey... but if you underestimate them...
She makes a lot of these reliable robot thugs to keep her company for pleasant conversation and company. They do more than shoot death rays, after all - Cooking, childcare, handiwork, cleaning, health-care, puppeteering, and minion-ing, each purpose with a... uniform to match. Did I mention she's a MAD scientist?
Cynosural Beacon Drone: This cat-sized spiderbot has a big, bulbous red crystal hind end that is slightly out of phase with the rest of its body. It has, equipped, a Cynosural Beacon - Which lets it warp space and time to call equipment, defencors, or perhaps mistress latest project. Or pie. They aren't hard for her to make, not really. It can take several to call something big through, but they survive being a beacon for a Cynosural field. Very occasionally, something from the space inbetween dimensions decides to come through and say hello, though... much to the horror and amusement of all.
Inspiration!: Mad problem solving! Give her a pocket watch, a paper clip, a nine-volt battery, and a screwdriver and she can make a death ray in thirty five seconds flat. Inspiration is the driving force behind innovation, after all. She takes seconds to make any class 1 invention, minutes to make a class II invention, and hours to make a class III invention that I have mentioned here, rather than hours, days, and weeks. At work, she is a cackling, grinning blur! She could, alternatively, modify an existing device, or come up with something experimental as a solution to some practical problem. No guarantee that will work, though...
Force-Resonance Capacitor: A recent creation derived from the tech she researched for the Cynosural Beacon Drone, made for use as an alternative powersource and a means to deal with and study some of the superpowered life forms she's been encountering capable of shooting many varieties of energy, the Force-Resonance capacitor is a scalable invention that consists of a backpack and a specially made power-gauntlet on a personal-based model, or a reactor and dish of some kind on a larger-scale model. Force-resonance capacitors can store many different kinds of energy in a single receptacle, while maintaining the original structure and properties of the original energy in a compressed extradimensional space, for later analasys or to be put through an integrated transformer for use as energy for other devices.
Doomsday Device: A death ray is a personal implement of destruction. A doomsday device is much larger in scale, something nobody could carry around with them, and appropriately greater in destructive capability. When you want a hole in a moon, a city block leveled with the push of a button, or you want to hold a small country hostage for fun and for profit, a doomsday device is your weapon of choice. The details of each individual such device varies widely... But the basics are the same - big, lots of great destructive feedback, and designed, built and used as the product of a sick, brilliant mind.
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Class III Abilities
Colossal Death Machine: Be it a gigantic zeppelin carrying around a doomsday device, a giant robot wreaking her will on the world, or a mech bearing its master into battle, the Colossal Death Machine is the ultimate expression of creative insanity. These behemoth creations all share one primary attribute: They're bloody huge. Not all such machines are made for war: After all, she IS a scientist, not (just) a totally deranged Psychopath. Nothing says "Hello, I'm going to subjugate your town and capture your residents now for the benefit of science- cooperate or suffer!" like a giant robot at your gates or a humongous zeppelin blocking out the sun, though.