WormRP:Character Creation Guide/example Misfit

This character exists as Misfit

note: this example is intended to show table formatting, but markdown is godawful at this. Good luck if you need to use a table for your character.

# Misfit

* **Name / Alias**: Lily Fitzsimmons / Misfit
* **Age**: 16 (DOB 2003-09-23)
* **Alignment**: Ward (Probationary)

## Public Information

*Starting Reputation:* -2D

Citizens of Idaho and western Montana might be familiar with the Misfit Maid, a villainous-leaning vigilante with a pastel-colored baseball bat and a habit of leaving chaos everywhere she goes. It seems she's had a change of heart lately?

## Physical Appearance

Invariably looks like a pretty girl, but the specific details tend to change. More recognizable by her costume, a vaguely-punkish anime maid outfit with chunky boots. It's an aesthetic.

## Mentality

It's pretty easy to tell she was a solo act prior to Ashton. Doesn't work well with her team, inherently distrusts authority figures, will disappear for hours at a time. Fanta's gonna *love* her.

There's more underneath that, but if you want to learn more you'll have to earn her trust, and that's not something she gives out easily.

## Resources

*Wealth Level:* 4

The usual resources allotted to an orphan Ward. Lives at the PHQ.

She *had* a few grand saved up, but unfortunately she forgot everything about it, so here's hoping its collecting interest in case she ever remembers.

## Equipment

* Maid outfit
* Nice boots
* Baseball bat, wrapped in rusty barbed wire and razorblades, spray-painted with trans flag colors (PRT forbids patrolling with it, OBVIOUSLY)
* The wreckage of a pastel blue crotchrocket
* PRT comms

## Skills

* Excellent motorcyclist
* +1 to melee weapons
* Alarmingly-good alcohol tolerance
* Can out-Kobold Kobold in M/S Protocols

## Power

*Trigger type:* Single, natural trigger

Misfit is a changer with the ability to transform into a chimera-like assortment of various mythological creatures. While she has control over *when* her changer state activates, what it turns into is randomly selected between pieces of three different forms.

When first transforming, she gets two shifts, and every other round thereafter she gets one more shift. On her off rounds, she can optionally push another shift, but this can be her only action that round.

For a shift, first `~choose Head, Left Arm, Right Arm, Left Leg, Right Leg, Torso`, and then `~choose Dragon, Serpent, Roc`. If that part hasn't been shifted, gain one level in that form. If it has, and if it's the same form, upgrade it to level 2. Optionally you can instead *revert* a level, back to baseline human. Once a part makes it to level 3, remove it from the `~choose` rotation.

*Example 1:* Lily rolls `Head, Dragon`, and her head is currently Roc 2. She can either pass on changing, or revert to Roc 1.

*Example 2:* Lily rolls `Head, Dragon`, and her head is currently Dragon 1. This allows her to upgrade to Dragon 2, but if she wanted she could also revert her head back to Baseline.

Just chillin' in her Changer state is possible, however for balance reasons she cannot mechanically go above Level 1 except in actual combat (as in, maybe she wants to chill as a dragon today, she can *appear* as the full form, but it's all bark and relatively little bite). Note that being in her Changer form does prime her shard for combat, so she does become noticeably more aggressive.

When ending her state or reverting to human form, since shards give no fucks her human form will be completely random and she could look like any combination of person. Thankfully, her power provides minor shapeshifting that lets her change her appearance at will, on the scale of 5-10 minutes to fully adjust. She must remain roughly the same size and shape (ie no turning into a child, or a not-human).

**Dragon**|**Head**|**Arm**|**Leg**|**Torso**
-----|-----|-----|-----|-----
Level 1|Your mouth feels warm, your teeth sharp. Something gurgling within your throat builds up and you spew out a stream of fire.|Your fingers sprout claws sharp like daggers, ripping and tearing.|Your leg ripples with heat and force, an infusion of power into your movement. You begin to run faster, and jump higher|Heat thrums in your chest, a feeling like you could take on the world and come out on top. You gain resistance to fire and to a lesser extent pain
Level 2|Scales begin to grow on your head, your eyes turning yellow and slitted. The heat in your throat intensifies, and your teeth grow sharper, sharp enough to bite with. While your mind grows more and more feral and draconic, it does mean you're more likely to spot tricks or deceptions.|Muscle bulges along your arm, the claws sharpening to a rough edge, scales creeping up along your skin.|Scales begin to spread, and claws break through as your bones fuse and shift to a three clawed foot. Jumping and running are similarly increased, and your claws are such that you can "dig in" to the ground to resist knockback|Scaly patches form on your torso, brushing away even hotter flames, a feeling of invulnerability to fire.
Level 3|Your entire head becomes draconic and scaled. The fire in your throat becomes infernally hot, explosive even.|Your arm becomes a draconic hand, talons and all, jagged and deadly. You feel your muscles infused with immense power.|Your leg is covered in scales, muscles tensed and burning with draconic power. Far faster than an unburdened man, and can leap to the tops of small buildings with ease. Nothing short of getting hit by a car can budge your grip on the ground.|The scales cover your entire torso now, vestigal wings growing from your back. The scales are tough and unyielding, acting as class III armor on the stupid chart.
**Serpent**|**Head**|**Arm**|**Leg**|**Torso**
Level 1|Your mouth reshapes, fangs forming, with venom drip-drip-dripping. This venom is short-lived and only affects people for a round or two.|Serpents don't have arms, and so you feel your human arms start retracting into your body. Your shifting body grows slightly faster as you start becoming streamlined to snake through the air.|Your leg elongates, toes fusing together, emerald green scales forming. Your motion instinctively becomes snakelike and erratic, making hitting you more difficult.|Skin peels off from your torso, revealing snake scales in places. You feel faster, more ready to duck and move. As your form narrows slightly and your senses sharpen, you find your motions more graceful.
Level 2|The venom in your fangs intensifies, the fangs growing sharper and longer. That venom is stronger, worryingly so, but being bit isn't the end of the world.|Your arm now retracts completely into your body, becoming a slight bump at your side. Indirect blows have a tendency to glance off your streamlined scales.|The scales now run down your entire leg, your toes vanishing as they merge into a tailtip. Muscles bulge as your leg thickens, coiling up to strike.|Snakeskin takes over your torso, now fully green and scaled. If you're out of line-of-sight, it's much more difficult to be detected or caught.
Level 3|Your venom burns now, coursing through veins like a disease. Your head reshapes completely now, flat and serpentine. Those bit should seek immediate medical aid.|The bump at your side flares outward in a cobralike hood, scales coloured in menacing patterns. This is properly terrifying to be on the other side of, especially if it's not your thing.|Your leg is now a snake's tail, merging with the other leg if it is also a snake's tail. It coils up and you spring at targets, a blur of emerald and death.|Your form narrows, more cylindrical, like a snake, and you feel your muscles coiling up and ready to strike. The green of the scales is now lush and verdant. Even still, your motion is all but silent, making it so much easier to strike from the shadows.
**Roc**|**Head**|**Arm**|**Leg**|**Torso**
**Level 1**|A beak forms around your mouth, bone and teeth moulding to be more avian. Your eyes sharpen, growing closer to an eagle's sharp eyesight. You can peck bitches. Pecked targets are mentally marked for you, giving instinctive knowledge defending against or attacking them while blind.|Feathers, large and small, sprout from your shifting arms. The beginnings of wings. You can glide slightly, and lessen the effect of a hazardous fall. A flap of your wings sends gusts of air into opponents, knocking them back if caught off guard.|Your toes start fusing into bird claws, muscles and feathers forming. Talons lie there, ready to lash out or grab onto a target.|A soft layer of feathers sprouts from your body as you feel lighter, less dense, easier to move and be moved.
**Level 2**|The beak sharpens, hooked, and feathers sprout from your head. Your senses expand further. Your peck is even more fearsome, and your sharp eyes grant you resistance against most things that would cause blindness.|The feathers and your bone structures shift and widen, your nascent wings growing sizable. They are able to hold more of your weight when you fall. While you can't properly fly, gliding is no problem. A gust of your wings is powerful enough to cause some damage if it throws someone into a wall|Your bird talons grow longer, legs extending, muscles tightening as feathers sprout. Your kick-slice is stronger, and it's hard to escape from your clutches.|You feel the feathers and bone shift more, toughening in places. The edges of your feathers feel sharper.
**Level 3**|Your entire head now resembles that of a bird with golden brown feathers and a hooked beak that stabs and rips through armor. It'll take a Stranger effect or plucking out your eyes for you to miss something.|The transformation finishes, your arms now fully fledged wings, and with a beat they carry you into the air. You can fly.|The avian transformation completes, your legs now muscular and feathered, ending in sharp talons. Your talons are terrifying to be up against, and it's no problem grabbing even a person and taking them with you.|The feathers and bone structure of your torso settle down, plumage now a brilliant brass. Flaring your feathers can greatly increase resistance to slow you down, and anyone who hits you is gonna get fucked-up by your razor-sharp feathers.

## Example

They must’ve spotted her when she was getting gas. Of course it couldn’t go as planned. It never went as planned. Whatever, it’s fine. At this hour? No more than one or two Protectorate even on duty, and half the cuffsluts were drowning away their sorrows in a bar.

She keeps riding, through the snow and the chill, half a moon overhead filling in the blanks between the occasional streetlights. Her eyes dart between the road and her mirrors, keeping an eye out. Yep, still following. Not a problem.

After a few minutes ride, she reaches the church. Quiet at this hour, only a couple cars parked. She stops in the middle of the lot, shuts the engine off, and waits. A moment passes before she hears the footsteps crunch across the snow, quiet but not quiet enough.

She spins around, dress twirling, fixing her gaze upon her pursuer. Blur, the kid cop of North Potatoland. Of-fucking-course.

“HEY LOSER!” she shouts across the lot, her voice echoing off the empty church and the trees, filling the space between them. “We gonna do this?”

The loser dressed as a lamp replies with “Dunno, you wanna make me do this?”

“Ain’t making you do shit, Blur. I’m just here to do what you guys won’t.” She gestures at the church.

“Dude, I really shouldn’t need to explain why I’m obligated to stop you from torching a fuckin’ church.” 

“And I shouldn’t need to explain why you should! Fuck, man, you know what these shitheads *do?* If you’re not against them, you’re with them.”

“The hell? What they *do* is practice their fuckin’ religion according to their fuckin’ values. You have no reason and no right to stop them from doing that.” the dumb bitch of a lamp replies, reaching under her cloak for….. something.

“I have all the right to stop them when they torture us!” the Misfit Maid shouts back, stepping towards the girl. As she does, her body starts shifting, her right arm sprouting golden feathers that tear through skin, her face changing, elongating and becoming scaled, eyes becoming yellow with rage. She shouts again, voice distorted and guttural, “Are you gonna try and stop me?”

The kid coppo doesn’t deign to respond, yeeting some bright-ass flare at her that elegantly bounces off her forehead before moving into the fray.

Misfit lets out a roar, charging at Blur, and the roar becomes a stream of fire aimed right at the young Ward!

Said young Ward artfully evades the stream of fire (read: yeets herself to the left out of shock that this bitch is playing for keeps) The sound of an extendable baton clicking together is audible over the crackle of the flames.

The alleged villain laughs, twirling her bat menacingly as she feels ribs pop as her chest shifts. “You’d be so cool if you weren’t a fucking cop, Blur!”

“I’m cool already, you dumbass hellion!” she indignantly replies, giving away her position a few seconds before whipping that baton at her weird dragony jaw.

Misfit raises her bat just in time to block it, a *thwack* running up her arm, but she pays it no heed, instead flapping her sole wing at Blur in an attempt to push her back and get some room to further transform.

 Blur is not quite prepared for that gust, and gets knocked into a backwards roll before continuing her advance, trying to stay mindful of the goddamn fire spout to her right.

Before her eyes, Blur would see one of Misfit’s legs elongate and grow scaled, her motions becoming a bit erratic. The villain sprays a line of fire between them, a wall that would hopefully keep them apart so she could do what she came here for.

That feeble measure would not suffice, as like the fucking stubborn madwoman she is, Blur gets a running start and leaps through the line of fire, getting a splotch of flame on her costume near her shoulder for her trouble. She would continue her sprint forward, prepping a low baton sweep.

The hit strikes true, and the Misfit Maid falls backwards, but not before she can reach out to grab the human lampshade! If she was going down, she’d take the hero with her, dammit!

That panicked grope finds that mark, grabbing her stupid hat and pulling her down atop her Changered-up form where she lands pretty hard against her weird-ass body. Underneath her she’d feel the Maid’s other leg shifting, growing almost uncomfortably warm at this distance.

“It seems like just yesterday we were in this same spot,” Misfit growls, somehow managing to smirk with her half-dragon face. “That was… the white supremacists, wasn’t it?”

“You mean the bikers? The bikers that mostly included black dudes in their number? Yeah, I’ll accept being in this … vulnerable position a few times a month if it stops you for hurting people for no fuckin valid reason.” Blur barks out, trying to get off her goddamn radiator of a body.

“Wait,” the Maid says suddenly, yellow eyes narrowing. “You fucking dyed your hair again? Red this time, huh? Nice.” There’s a cracking in her chest, and she grows even warmer, and crimson scales begin working their way up to her neck and shoulders.

“Hell yeah I did.” Blur responds, currently in the awkward position of trying to sound collected while being slowly cooked alive. “Purple clashed too much with my usual outfits, and red complimented both my costume and my usual civ shit.” Having hopefully distracted her with her chatting, she tried to swiftly push herself off the Maid, pressing her palms against her shoulders and darting upwards.

“Yeah, way less dorky on you, I’ll give you that,” Misfit growls, helping the hero up with a rough shove before jumping to her feet. She cocks her head to the side, thinking for a heartbeat… “Tell you what, loser. Let me cook their paint to send a message, fire department shows up before too much damage, and we can both fuck off our separate ways? Don’t let it be said the Misfit Maid can’t compromise.”

Blur was about to make a snarky-ass comment to her, but she was still kinda on fire and if she paid close attention, she would feel parts of her costume on her shoulder start to kinda…. Melt.

“Deal, but only because I’m pretty sure you’d end up whole-ass cooking me to death if I didn’t concede now.”

“Deal,” Misfit replies, acrid fumes rising from her mouth as she preps another blast to yeet into the church building. Her arm and leg start to revert back even as she walks that way, but at the last second she turns around. “Hey! Anywhere good to eat that’s open this hour?”

“Right now? Hell no, unless we have drastically different standards of “good.” If you finish up your arson sesh quick enough, you might catch Paddy’s before it closes.” Blur replied, smothering the fire on her shoulder and sorta half-wincing as she drags herself out of the parking lot.


## Backstory

CONFIDENTIAL//PRTOPS//ORCON

 

PARAHUMAN RESPONSE TEAM

 ROCKY MOUNTAIN DIVISION - BOISE OFFICE

 OPERATIONS BUREAU

 

Incident Report

 BOI-2017-1247 2017-02-13

 

*Author ID*: TOMCAT \<greg.allen@boise.prt.gov\>

*Short Title*: crisis point summary Feb 13 ,2017

*Abstract*: Ada County Sheriffs Office received a 911 call at about 11:00 pm requesting medical assistance to [REDACTED/Legal]. Call was flagged by PANOPTICON and forwarded to Boise PRT for follow-up. Due to lack of on-duty heroes, BOI-2 response team dispatched and arrived shortly after medical and police.

Responding team found likely parahuman activity. Two victims, identified as [V1 REDACTED/Legal] and [V2 REDACTED/Legal] severely injured with burns and apparent claw marks. Damage to house consistent with signs of a struggle, with claw marks, burns, and blood throughout the scene. Victims were taken to St Luke hospital under BPD supervision.

BOI-2 interviewed [W3 REDACTED/Legal] and [W4 REDACTED/Legal], who stated they had hired V1 and V2 to transport their son, [S5 REDACTED/YG] to a "troubled boy's camp" upstate. Son was unwilling to leave, and when grabbed by V1 and V2 he collapsed and allegedly turned into "a weird dragon thing". A fight occurred and ended with S5 escaping the scene. V1 and V2 not able to corroborate story due to being unconscious.

When asked about S5, parents stated he had never shown signs of powers prior to this, and was being sent away due to "disrespect" and "homosexual tendencies".

At the current time no action can be taken until S5 is recovered.

 

CONFIDENTIAL//PRTOPS//ORCON

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CONFIDENTIAL//WARDSBOI//ORCON

 

PARAHUMAN RESPONSE TEAM

 ROCKY MOUNTAIN DIVISION - BOISE OFFICE

 OPERATIONS BUREAU

 

After-Action Report

 BOI-2018-069C 2018-01-09

*Author ID*: Blur \<blur@boise.protectorate.gov\>

*Short Title*: After-Action Report (2018-01-09)

*Involved Individuals/Parties*: Blur (Wards PNW), the Misfit Maid (unaffiliated), Our Lady of Divine Incontinence (Catholic Church)

*Consequences*: Church entryway and roof sustained moderate collateral damage and partial collapse due to fire, Blur sustained mild injury due to blunt trauma and complications regarding melting plastic composite, Misfit Maid sustained multiple injuries of unknown permanence and severity due to blunt trauma.

*Summary of Events*: Whilst patrolling the residential district of Boise, known villainous vigilante MISFIT MAID was spotted in costume by BLUR refueling a high-performance motorcycle whilst twirling a highly-modified baseball bat. Due to the plausible suspicion that Misfit Maid was gearing up for an attack against targets that would fit her MO (thus far, seeming to consist of especially bigoted hooligans, private militias, and churches affiliated with “conversion therapy” operations) Blur elected to pursue her discreetly as advised by the on-duty dispatcher. Despite reasonable precautions being taken, Blur’s pursuit was detected by her quarry via unknown means and the Misfit Maid was waiting to confront her at the parking lot of the Our Lady of Divine Incontinence. A brief verbal confrontation ensued, in which Blur was unable to convince Misfit Maid to cease her planned destruction of the (fortunately empty) church. This prompted a more physical confrontation, after which the injured Blur was able to escape and unable to entirely prevent the church being set ablaze.

 

CONFIDENTIAL//WARDSBOI//ORCON


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**From**: Greg Allen (TOMCAT) \<greg.allen@boise.prt.gov\>

**To**: THE THIN PURPLE LINE \<purple@lists.prt.gov\>

**Subject**: what do i do???

**Sent**: Thursday, October 10, 2019; 10:42:19 am

 

hello gentlemen, another day in paradise in Boise and i have a problem. denver has kicked the bucket back down to me and this is way above my pay grade

so no shit there i was last night, sitting in my office when i get a call from my secretary Becky. She says come down here so I come down there and there's a villain passed out in the lobby. Becky says to me that she went to get a coffe and comes back and this kid's just on the floor.

We take her into custody and treat injuries and all that standard shit. becky pulls the tapes and it looks like she just stumbled in, said something the cameras dont pick up, and collapses.

kid wakes up so we go to interrogate her, she cant remember anything. literally anything. looks like my daughter after i take her phone away saying "i dunno" to everything we ask. doesnt even remember her cape name.

Now, before all you city boys get your panties in a knot, obviously were trying to do this by the book. But we've had this kid on our radar for almost three years, this isn't her MO. This is the kid who burns down church camps and attacks militias upstate, shes not sutle. [ed: please keep the political hot topics in the politics thread! consider this your ONLY warning]

And even if shes a villain (pretending to be hero but not fooling any one!), shes still a kid. itd be easy to throw her to the wolves but that just doesnt sit right.

I tell becky to call the thinker tank, and they ship some retard in spandex up from Vegas to talk to her. Tells us what we already know, someone wiped her memory, and then he hands us a bill!

Next i call Denver for help, and after two hours on the phone Im informed that they got the people for this but theyre to busy to help? o.k. LOL. guess were on our own for this one boys!

Any one have any ideas here? nobody here has the training for fixing or dealing with someone memorie wiped. would rather not hang her out to dry but we also cant keep her in holding cells forever. Thanks

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**From**: Veronika Mayer (SHARKTOOTH) \<veronika.mayer@ashton.prt.gov\>

**To**: Greg Allen (TOMCAT) \<greg.allen@boise.prt.gov\>

**Subject**: Re: Transfer request

**Sent**: Tuesday, October 15, 2019; 02:29:50 am

 

Sergeant Allen,

After consulting with our specialists and the Youth Guard, I'm going to go ahead and sign off on the transfer request for Misfit. They agree that time spent around a familiar face is the best course of action, and given her history Ashton will be a better cultural fit.

We'll go ahead and set up transportation arrangements to have a member of our Protectorate pick her up. Expect a follow-up email within the next couple days.

Regards,

 

Veronika Mayer

Director, Ashton PRT