"Anyone know where I can get a good deal on a blow torch?"
ALIAS
Clock Maker
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Applied Non-Standard Intelligence aka Mad Science
AGE
22
Vigilante
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Post by David Lucas on Dec 1, 2019 10:30:13 GMT
In the depths of his power driven fugue, David barely noticed the man that offered him the tool, instead he took it, examined it silently for a moment before saying, "No that's not it." in the same tone of voice one might use to say that it was a bit windy outside. Carefully he extricated himself from the forming device, setting the block plane down before digging around the nearest pile of scrap for the socket wrench. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed, finding it and a few other components he needed. The needed components were quickly extracted from the plastic which contained them, likely one of the many blenders he had already partially cannibalized.
Somewhere in his mind a voice was trying to get his attention. Something important he wasn't seeing. It could probably wait. "Now the.." he looked around, finding what he was looking for, and saw another person near it. Strange, he hadn't hired helpers. Had he? That voice in his mind grew more insistent but the first stage was so close to completion. The second person had said something. Was it to him? Didn't matter. So close. He produced a large spring, seemingly taken from a car's axle, though modified. Instead of merely one thick twist of metal, the "spring" was likewise a twist of metal. Much like a rope made from thinner threads, a spring made of thinner springs. He tossed the contraption to the second figure.
"Plug that into the engine until it's taut" he instructed, his expression growing manic as he felt his pulse quicken. Excitement? Must be. But what was this other thing he was feeling? Fear? Anxiety? Not useful. It could be ignored. He turned to the first person. Lacked technical knowledge. Why was there a dog here? Irrelevant. "You! Come!" He motioned the man to the machine. He pointed at what had once been the metal rim of a tire, with a handle welded on. "When I give the signal twist this counter clockwise."
If the first person had followed his instructions, which should be simple enough there was only slot appropriately sized for the spring on the engine, it should be halfway taut. The device would transfer its movement into pressure, pulling the spring's structure until the foot long "tube" shape had been condensed to just under two inches, with thousands of pounds of pressure stored in the complicated structure.
In a moment of clarity, David realized he was not alone. It wasn't that he hadn't been aware of it, but while there were components to build or pieces to tighten- he made a note he still needed to tighten that component now that he had the socket wrench in hand- his power had driven him to ignore that realization. His heart dropped as he forced his power away from his conscious thoughts. His manic smile shifted to a nervous grin as he turned to the man with the dog. He looked at him as though seeing him for the first time, despite having been working around him and essentially bossing him around. "Oh. Uh, sorry about that I got so distra-"
His face filled with fear. The engine. He had sent someone to it, hadn't he? His sentence interrupted he clambered over the piles of junk to put the other figure and the engine into view. He wasn't completely sure he could build another one of those if he lost it. He needed to make sure he kept it safe without letting on how valuable it was. He needed to take charge of the situation.
Damn shame all he could think to say was "Uhm... Hi..."
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"Anyone know where I can get a good deal on a blow torch?"
ALIAS
Clock Maker
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Applied Non-Standard Intelligence aka Mad Science
AGE
22
Vigilante
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Post by David Lucas on Dec 1, 2019 7:44:43 GMT
Lights flared, the bright blue of the welding torch, the orange of the cutting torch, the soft red of metal as it cooled. The sounds of the ocean were interspersed with the sounds of metal on metal, of flame, of plasma. And beneath it all was a steady and unwavering beat, like a heart beat. The source, however, was absolutely artificial. Hidden from the street, except when the flames and flare of the torches cast his shadow to the windows above, David worked with inhuman efficiency. Metal was heated, cut, molded, and fused with a precision that some machines couldn't match. The device he was working on was slowly taking shape. At the moment it was a gutted mess of disjointed parts, the warehouse was filled with the things he had stripped to gather his materials. A rusted car sat in one corner, chunks of metal missing from it's frame and body. A small pile of appliances surrounded the area he was working in, the needed components torn out and the remnants mindlessly discarded. Unaware of how many hours had passed, David muttered to himself. "36 teeth spinning clockwise... 29 pounds of pressure feeding into... with blades here and here..." his hands moved unerringly to where he needed them, adjusting various components so that they fit together just so. His body was beginning to lag. He hadn't eaten since... was it yesterday? When had he slept last? He briefly considered going home to recover before finishing this contraption, but the thought was barely half formed before a more pressing concern forced itself into his mind. "Where is my socket wrench?" he asked no one in particular. Half of his body hanging from the forming machine, he twisted himself around to search for the missing tool.
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"Anyone know where I can get a good deal on a blow torch?"
ALIAS
Clock Maker
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Applied Non-Standard Intelligence aka Mad Science
AGE
22
Vigilante
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Post by David Lucas on Nov 30, 2019 7:43:06 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","hopelove"] | | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"]David Lucas [attr="class","hopelovelyric"] My gears are turning,[break]Try to keep up! |
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ALIAS // Clock Maker [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE //Twenty Two [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Vigilante |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]HAIR // Brown[break]EYES // Brown[break]SKIN // White[break][break]ATTIRE[break][break]For David comfort is more important than style. Baggy hoodies, jeans, and worn in shoes make up most of his attire. He's in that stage where he hasn't quite transitioned into "professional" attire, leaving him with a mixture of polo-shirts in various hues and silly t-shirts covered in pop culture references.[break][break]GENERAL[break][break]Varying wildly between "disheveled mess" and "functional adult" David's appearance depends a lot on his mental state and how much control he has over his power. When he's in charge he keeps himself presentable; his hair combed, his beard shaved. When he is in the grips of his ability he often forgets these "trivial" things in pursuit of his latest invention. He's not in fantastic physical shape, but since making the decision to take to the streets he's started improving, so he's beginning to tone up. At 5'10" he's average among most people, far from the imposing form of many meta-humans. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Thoughtful, punctual, focused, David was thought to be the reliable one by many of his friends and family. Recently he's had bouts of radio silence, some lasting for days, which has some of his friends worried. However, his mood is also dramatically better which leaves those same friends perplexed and hesitant to intervene. David loves puzzles, even ones he can't solve. He's not the friend you go to for a sympathetic ear, not because he doesn't care, but because he can't help but try to "fix" any issues he encounters.[break][break]In his guise as Clock Maker, David is larger than life, almost like a saturday morning cartoon. It's obvious he's having to much fun, and to some this might imply he's not taking this whole thing very seriously. He tries to get others to indulge his need for witty banter, always has a clock pun ready, and seems to downplay the apparent danger of what he's doing. Most of this is a lack of experience, and it's anyone's guess how long this attitude will last. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Born the oldest of two boys, David's childhood was pleasant. His parents worked hard to provide him and his brother with everything they needed. He was sheltered from this struggle for the most part, not seeing the effects the long hours were having on his parents. Curious from a young age, David broke many a toy by taking them apart, never quite able to put them back together again. Despite being thought of as smart, his grades were only good not exceptional. Though his parents tried to save throughout his life he realized that trying for a college education would likely end with him in a crippling amount of debt. Instead, he followed his interests in breaking and fixing things and found a number of temporary jobs once he left high school. He was a mechanic, did maintenance for an apartment complex, got certified as an electrician and a plumber.[break][break]At the time of the event he was working at a scrap yard, gutting appliances and vehicles before they were crushed, while also picking up shifts at an antique store restoring clocks, instruments, basically anything he could figure out. Originally, he thought he managed to survive the event with only a bad migraine. After all, in the wake of the mysterious attack others were demonstrating visible changes. It wasn't until weeks later, after a particularly bad migraine ended with him blacked out for almost two days, that he realized he had been affected. Somehow, during a manic black out his friends described as "Concerning" he managed to collect and assemble the components of a device that, according to all the research he's done since, should not exist. Hidden in a forgotten maintenance closet in his apartment complex he had somehow made a perpetual motion machine, an hourglass shaped monstrosity of gears and springs that never stops moving, and seemingly functions at greater than 100% efficiency, generating momentum as it runs.[break][break]In the following months David went through a process not unlike the stages of grief. He tried to deny it, convince himself there was a mundane explanation. Failing that he tried to blame whoever orchestrated the event for "doing this" to him. He told himself he would merely ignore it, only to discover that if he fought his powers the migraines blackouts got worse. Discovering this was accompanied with the creation of an attachment to his peculiar engine which converted the constant movement into electricity. His acceptance of his metahuman status allowed him some measure of control of his abilities. He also realized the materials he was using had, up until this point, been stolen from the scrap yard or bought from the local hardware store. Slowly his dejected acceptance turned into excitement as a single thought crystallized in his mind. [break][break]I'm going to be a super hero! [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]ABILITY[break][break]Applied Non-Standard Intelligence, also referred to as Mad Science by some. David has the ability to create seemingly impossible machines while also being proficient in their use. In his case, this ability manifests as clockwork systems that violate the laws of physics. He may claim he has a scientific explanation for how his creations work, but in truth modern science can not explain them. His devises function with non-existent tolerances, are somehow greater than 100% efficient, and his understanding of them borders on inhuman intuition. This understanding of devices also applies to certain mundane devices in addition to his own. [break][break] LIMITS[break][break]As his moniker might suggest, David's powers are limited in scope. His inventions rely on gears, springs, tension, and movement. His creations struggle to interface with more modern creations, such as electronics or even radio waves. His understanding of devices is likewise limited. He can intuit the form and function of moving, driven constructs but not the more common electronically driven systems. Computers are completely outside his power's influence.[break][break]WEAKNESSES[break][break]Materials are a major limiter for David. Scrap metal and re-purposed parts will only get him so far. Additionally, his creations function with zero tolerance, meaning without his intuitive understanding allowing him to operate and maintain them they become complicated paper weights, with so far only a single exception. Finally, and most seriously, his power demands to be used. Resisting the urge to create, or lacking the opportunity, gives David progressively worse headaches that eventually cause him to enter a fugue where invention trumps nearly all other needs. He's never been in a situation where this fugue couldn't work through whatever invention was needed to relieve the pressure, but if it continues to worsen the longer he's denied release it's difficult to say what might happen to him. [break][break] [attr="class","hopelovebot1"]PLAYED BY Tick Tock [attr="class","hopelovebot2"] Dylan O'Brien as David Lucas PHARAOH LEAP. 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