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Pick up the phone and speak a different language. WWYDIYFIYP a used tissue?

How does a climate change? WWRTO fidget spinners.

Because they didn't want to be. What happened when Kaladin met Kelsier.

Real Life

Granted, but after you leave their presence you then go into a murderous rage. I wish to have a conversation with every Cosmere character.

2767. Yell, GET DOWN! randomly multiple times a day 2768. Use a used tissue

I am merely waiting for the right moment.

Name: Vex Appearance: A man seemingly in his late teens, 5’11, typically wears a t-shirt and jeans, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. Affiliations: Personality: Withdrawn, stays silent, only voices his opinion when asked, leaves the work to those who can pay, loves to hide in the shadows. Concept: A post-Calamity Epic. Motivation (Short & long term goal): (short term): live through today, get past tomorrow, (long term): keep going and make sure the wronged do too. Merits: (minor) silence, (minor) talented singer, (minor) talented artist (normal) experienced actor, (normal) mechanic (major) post-Calamity Epic with the ability to manipulate matter. Flaws: Epic vulnerability, things that can think (human, dog, cat, mice, insect etc.) if he tries to manipulate the matter of anything or is touched by anything that can think his Epic abilities are canceled for a few minutes (when he uses his Epic abilities on himself his abilities aren’t canceled), suffers from split personality disorder, is exhausted really easily. Relationships: Family Status: dead, Friends Status: None. Home Planet: Earth. Current Residence: Rents an apartment in the city, uses money created from whatever is on hand, lives in the Corridor. Backstory: Before Calamity burned across the heavens, Vex was just a teenager named James Koni. He lived in the outskirts of Newcago, a dreamer with paint-stained hands and a sketchbook full of impossible skylines. Art was his refuge—a way to imagine color and life in a world of steel and ash. Then Calamity appeared. The red light split the sky, and something inside James fractured. Power flooded through him, wild and intoxicating. He could reshape matter, twist metal into flowing forms, sculpt the world like clay. The artist in him saw creation; the Epic in him saw dominion. At first, he used his gift to create beauty. He painted with light and metal, turning ruins into living murals that shimmered with impossible motion. But the whispers came—the same madness that infected all Epics. They told him his family knew his weakness, that they could end him. And they could. Vex’s power faltered when touched by anything that could think. A human hand, an animal’s paw, even the brush of a bird’s wing—any contact with a conscious mind stripped him of his abilities, leaving him fragile and human. His family knew this. They had seen it happen once, when his younger sister hugged him and his power flickered out. Fear consumed him. One night, driven by paranoia and the voice of Calamity echoing in his mind, he turned his art into a weapon. The Vale Home became a gallery of frozen figures—his family immortalized in metal and glass. Days later, his best friend, Adrian, found him among the sculptures. Overjoyed that James had survived, he reached out to comfort him. The touch broke Vex’s power, and in that instant of weakness, rage and terror collided. Vex lashed out, hurling him from the side of the building. The silence that followed became his only companion. For months, Vex hid in his parents’ old apartment, surrounded by the remnants of his art. The walls twisted with faces and forms that seemed to watch him, accusing and alive. When he finally emerged, the boy who painted dreams was gone. Now, Vex wanders the shattered cities, silent and distant. He never allows anyone—or anything living—to touch him. His art decorates the ruins: towering sculptures of glass and steel, frozen mid-motion, beautiful and terrible. Some say he’s trying to sculpt redemption, to create something pure enough to forgive him. Others whisper that he’s building a world where nothing can think, nothing can touch him, and nothing can take his power away. When Vex creates, the world bends. When he’s angered, it breaks. But when a living being dares to reach him, even for a moment, the god becomes human—and the artist remembers what it means to feel. After Calamity, Vex lived in hiding, suppressing his powers and avoiding attention. But when a rogue branch of the Reckoners discovered him, they refused to believe he was free from the madness that plagued the Epics. To them, he was a threat that needed to be eliminated before he lost control. Cornered and desperate, Vex turned to his most dangerous experiment — the creation of a portal. Using his matter manipulation, he attempted to open a rift to another world. As they closed in, he activated the portal before it was ready. The unstable gateway collapsed, dragging him through and sealing behind him in a violent surge of energy. When he exited the portal he was in a strange place, the Alleyverse. Loose Ends: Rogue branch of the Reckoners, anyone that has ever activated his weakness. Links: https://open.spotify.com/track/5UlnuulVAVmmesw4VzqHdG Extra Info: On the topic of investiture, “what about pseudo-sentience of invested objects? Things made of investiture (spren and the like) obviously have fairly clear sentience, where I would assume messing with them would activate your weakness, but for something like awakening, where the objects aren't generally truly sentient, but have some amount of independent thought, would that activate Vex's weakness? Thats for you to decide, I'm just wondering.” To answer your question, yes spren will activate my weakness, but awakening will not. “Also, and this is a purely personal curiosity: what level of matter manipulation are we talking? I assume we're a step up from simple telekinesis, but how much control do you have over the matter that you control? Like can you forge a realistic looking shield out of scrap? Or can you just mold the scrap into something that acts like a shield? At what level are you manipulating the matter? Is is on the molecular, where you can separate individual water molecules and make water instantly evaporate? Is it at the atomic, where you can create water from air and hydrogen? Is it subatomic, where you can manipulate the protons of an object to change what it is made of? I'm largely good with any one of these options, I'm just wondering what we have in mind.” To answer your other questions the matter manipulation is to be able to shape the scraps into a realistic shield, and the matter manipulation is at a subatomic level. “I am generally cautious approving lone wolf characters, as Roleplaying a character that doesn't want to interact with others makes it difficult to roleplay in a collaborative RPG. This isn't an insurmountable issue, but it requires extra effort on your end. Given it is in the character's nature to avoid people, what makes that impossible for him to do? I'd want you to have a vague idea of that before I approve this character.” And finally to fix this problem, I will circle back to the problem of split-personality disorder, left over from Calamity, his other personality might get him into trouble, and it requires him to interact with the other characters.

Chuck Norris puts the milk first then the cereal... then he puts the bowl.

2649. contract a severely infectious multiversal disease with no cure, that seems to spread in every way possible. 2650. die in a way that leaves your spirit in the world, then annoy people as much as possible.

Granted, but you know have to eat twice as much food to stay alive, your stomach size stays the same, you just need to eat twice as much. I wish to be a Radiant

Because red paint tastes terrible. What is that cow doing here?

Thank you, I will start working on that.

I accidentally dropped a jar of apple jam on it and I figured I can't let it go to waste. And why is my bed an eternal void filled with stars.

Hope I am not too late/ becoming a late character? Make sure to read the whole application Name: Vex Appearance: A man seemingly in his late teens, 5’11, typically wears a t-shirt and jeans, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. Affiliations: Personality: Withdrawn, stays silent, only voices his opinion when asked, leaves the work to those who can pay, loves to hide in the shadows. Concept: A post-Calamity Epic. Motivation (Short & long term goal): (short term): live through today, get past tomorrow, (long term): keep going and make sure the wronged do too. Merits: (minor) silence, (minor)talented singer, (minor) talented artist (normal) experienced actor, (normal) mechanic (major) post-Calamity Epic with the ability to manipulate matter. Flaws: Epic vulnerability, things that can think (human, dog, cat, mice, insect etc.) if he tries to manipulate the matter of anything or is touched by anything that can think his Epic abilities are canceled for a few minutes (when he uses his Epic abilities on himself his abilities aren’t canceled), suffers from split personality disorder, is exhausted really easily. Relationships: Family Status: dead, Friends Status: None. Home Planet: Earth. Current Residence: Rents an apartment in the city, uses money created from whatever is on hand, lives in the Corridor. Backstory: Before Calamity burned across the heavens, Vex was just a teenager named James Koni. He lived in the outskirts of Newcago, a dreamer with paint-stained hands and a sketchbook full of impossible skylines. Art was his refuge—a way to imagine color and life in a world of steel and ash. Then Calamity appeared. The red light split the sky, and something inside Adrian fractured. Power flooded through him, wild and intoxicating. He could reshape matter, twist metal into flowing forms, sculpt the world like clay. The artist in him saw creation; the Epic in him saw dominion. At first, he used his gift to create beauty. He painted with light and metal, turning ruins into living murals that shimmered with impossible motion. But the whispers came—the same madness that infected all Epics. They told him his family knew his weakness, that they could end him. And they could. Vex’s power faltered when touched by anything that could think. A human hand, an animal’s paw, even the brush of a bird’s wing—any contact with a conscious mind stripped him of his abilities, leaving him fragile and human. His family knew this. They had seen it happen once, when his younger sister hugged him and his power flickered out. Fear consumed him. One night, driven by paranoia and the voice of Calamity echoing in his mind, he turned his art into a weapon. The Vale home became a gallery of frozen figures—his family immortalized in metal and glass. Days later, his best friend found him among the sculptures. Overjoyed that Adrian had survived, he reached out to comfort him. The touch broke Vex’s power, and in that instant of weakness, rage and terror collided. Vex lashed out, hurling him from a cliff. The silence that followed became his only companion. For months, Vex hid in his parents’ old apartment, surrounded by the remnants of his art. The walls twisted with faces and forms that seemed to watch him, accusing and alive. When he finally emerged, the boy who painted dreams was gone. Now, Vex wanders the shattered cities, silent and distant. He never allows anyone—or anything living—to touch him. His art decorates the ruins: towering sculptures of glass and steel, frozen mid-motion, beautiful and terrible. Some say he’s trying to sculpt redemption, to create something pure enough to forgive him. Others whisper that he’s building a world where nothing can think, nothing can touch him, and nothing can take his power away. When Vex creates, the world bends. When he’s angered, it breaks. But when a living being dares to reach him, even for a moment, the god becomes human—and the artist remembers what it means to feel. Links: https://open.spotify.com/track/5UlnuulVAVmmesw4VzqHdG

Interesting approach to the topic.

I feel like there should be a cost to being a SurgeMaster, but I can't think of what.

This seems like a great idea, but what are you thinking of more specifically.