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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 Affiliations: Personality: Withdrawn, stays silent, only voices his opinion when asked, leaves the work to those who can pay, loves to hide in the shadows.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.