<div class="floatleft">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/67/1200x768_12148_Character_sheet_2d_characters_robot_concept_art_sci_fi_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gauss<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch Staging<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (Robbery)<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.0)<br/><hr/><br/>Ronnie Harrison was many things, bored was not one of them. The survivors of the Maxwell Incident tended to have lives like that now-a-days. Magnetic powers that might accidentally kill you at any moment tended to give you perspective and Gauss had taken it a step further. He'd embraced it, the strange certainty of doom that came with the knowledge that he could accidentally pull all the iron out of his blood cells at any moment and die in agony.<br/><br/>Before the accident he was studying physics to get an engineering job and die quiet. Now he studied physics for insights into his powers, with no intentions of living that long. Today he was finishing up a laboratory assignment for his Physics Class. Yesterday he did a Banzai Skydive - he threw the parachute out the plane first.<br/><br/>Suicidal? No - he had no desire to die. The opposite actually, he wanted to live more then ever - he just didn't expect it. Hell, he's had more sex since the accident then the whole of his life before. It was glorious. And he got to use the powers in a way that helped. With his "extra trick" he was now as strong as he'd ever be and smiling.<br/><br/>So he doesn't so much smile as he walks into the staging area as levitate off the floor, feeling the fields of things around him. He pulls it in, not liking the idea of messing with Mecha or Copper Rose, but he can feel their magnetic fields and it feels - weird.<br/><br/>"<strong>Gauss, checking in Commander.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel//universe3zx/images/8/82/Hippo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The Hippo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First National Bank<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed (Robbery)<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.0)<br/><hr/><br/>He's called the Hippo, and no - that's not a fat joke. Black Market powers were going to be a thing and now there's always some poor sucker giving their money to a back alley splicer. In theory, you can have any animal-themed powers you want with just a few grand and a few visits to an illegal clinic. In practice, it doesn't quite work that way.<br/><br/>Hippo is a rare case of someone for whom the procedure actually was relatively successful. Intelligence usually takes a big drop for Splicers, often so much that they can't really be called human anymore in any sense of the word. Hippo though, was smarter then most. He just wanted to be really strong and really tough. He didn't care which animals it took to get that far. For that he got a few other tweeks, so instead of getting really stupid he just got mean.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hurry the fuck up!</strong>" he yells out to the tellers, looking over the hostages and his henchmen. It wasn't the smartest plan, but it was smart enough to know that the best way to win a fight against cops and superheroes was to be gone before they got there. He hits the bank vault door with his fists and the metal begins to give while men with guns and no powers fill up bags with other money piles.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i314.photobucket.com/albums/ll429/JC_Armstrong/Downtime.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Downshift<br/><strong>Location:</strong>??? -> First National Bank<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed (Robbery)<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.0)<br/><hr/><br/>"<em>Code X-43 support requested immediately.  Corner of ninth street and Freedomway.  The first national bank of Peninsula city.</em>" comes over the police band, and his ears perk up. Really?<br/><br/>Funny, how things were so free now. How he finally could get out from under the shadow of his past, and all it took was throwing a wrench into the workings of the space-time continuum. The suit goes on easy as ever, he's been practicing for speed actually. He grins under the mask and -<br/><br/>*Downshift*<br/><br/>Things were always so quiet, just him by himself in a world suspended in glass. He'd have to walk to First National. No rush. He'd always get there ahead of time. He was still considering what he was going to do once he got there. Maybe something so harmless as taking some selfies as bullets crawled through the air around him, maybe getting a shot with a pretty heroine without her any the wiser.<br/><br/>OR sometimes he'd do more. That was why he enjoyed being Downshift so much. Not for the power he showed, not for the horrible or wonderful things he could do - but the fact that it was all his choice. For once in his life, HE could CHOOSE for HIMSELF.<br/><br/>He was going to down to the robbery and make a choice now, no rush. All the time in the world, really.