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*Note only thing revised was the grammar. This is a reboot, we are not continuing, as I know most would enjoy starting from scratch. Please note that you can transfer characters by posting the same cs you did the first time! Thank you for wanting a reboot guys! Now that some of us are more accustomed to our schedules now, I hope we can have a successful RP!!
Heroes are not born, but are made. Through sheer will, fate, or luck, some people find themselves breaking past human limits. But no, it is never a mistake, these people… if you can still call them that, are chosen. Chosen for what exactly? Balance. The world is slowly loosing balance. These people are here to either restore balance, or overthrow it.
You are one of these people. You have received your powers, and it is up to you to decide. What will you do with these new abilities? Will you be a hero that everyone loves? Or the villain that everyone fears? Would you stay neutral, a mercenary working for the side that pays? Or will you be a thief interfering with anyone no matter what they are.
This world is cruel, sometimes making you to make impossible choices, breaking you, laughing at you. Will you still save it, after what it has done for you, and try to make it a better place? Or, will you laugh at it as it now bends to your power?
There is always a story to how people get there powers. Some received a disease, but instead of killing them, it made them stronger, or maybe, they were exposed to some chemical waste, changing their molecular makeup. It could have been through many rigorous training. But, no matter where you are from, or how you received you power, if it is not strong enough, you will die.
So, travel the world, teaming up with other people. Tip the scale to your favored side, develop your powers, hone your skills, but head my warning, it is coming. There is a reason you received these powers, and you will need to learn to use them if you wish to survive what is coming. First Arc Introduction: “Brother… are you sure?” asked one of the smaller boys in the group. He was dressed in dull, old clothing, much too big for him. He followed 10 other boys, and those boys were led by Lance.
“Of course… in this world, only the strongest live…” said Lance with a sad smile. He was an older boy, almost 17, and he as thin as a bone. He led a group of homeless children who had run away from home, an orphanage, or was just born poor.
They wandered through the city, looking up to a sign that had directed them out of it. They had pondered on stealing food, but that wouldn’t do. Some of the older kids had watched a few survival shows before leaving, and decided they would rather go hunt. They passed it off as a game to the younger kids, telling them it would be fun to try new things. This assured them, but once they began to get tired, the little ones began asking question. They wandered out of town, wandering until finding an area dense with trees. There, it would be teaming the creatures!
They had spotted a few animals, and the little ones thought up a game to name as many as they could.
Finally, they had stumbled upon a large deer, and the boys decided it was what they were looking for. The problem was, how would they get it?
Lance stepped up, holding a stick in his hand. He broke the tip off, making sure the stick was sharp on the end.
“We spear it.” he said, wearing a frown on his face. Of course, he did not enjoy this, but he had to. This was for his brothers. He readied himself, getting into a stance. He held his arm back, kept his legs apart, and he stood still, looking at the deer. He began to concentrate, and took a large breath in. He could smell the forest air, and was now ready. He whipped his hand forward as hard as he could, and the stick whistled in the air. Leaving his hand, it hit the target right through the head, the blow instantly killing it.
The bigger kids had covered the younger kids’ eyes, keeping them from seeing the dead deer. They had scored their first meal.
But before they could receive their prize, a gunshot was heard, causing the kids to jump in fear, some of the younger ones began to cry. The older kids tried to quite them down, failing.
In the distance, a pair of 2 guards looked around. After hearing the yelp of a deer, they had moved out, suspecting some sort of hunter, disturbing the base site. They were sent out to scout for any threats. They were equipped with bulletproof armor and some sort of guns. They snuck in silence, as they were told to take out anything they found, quietly. They had followed cries in the forest, holding their guns up, preparing for if anything big were to happen.
They peaked through a bush, and what they saw was a group of children, surrounding a deer. They had built a fire, cooking the meat. Unfortunately, it had burnt, and it didn’t taste well, so the boys gave up and just sat around the fire.
Their boss had prepared these 2, instructing them to shoot and kill anyone that went into the forest, unless part of The Rebellion. They could not risk anyone knowing of what they were doing here, even if they had not seen it, they were not to leave the forest.
They aimed up, readying to shoot, and just like that, a spray of bullets were released. Many of the kids then scattered, but for some of them, it was too late. The rest scattered around the dark forest, hoping to escape the onslaught. Few did, including Lance. He had bolted, leaving everyone behind. He looked back, but saw nothing. He continued to run, hoping not to be caught.
He soon made it out of the forest, and he waited, and waited, and waited. There was no sign of any of the kids. Most were separated, and he already knew that some of them were dead as well. He felt so powerless, so useless.
“Why?! Why have I trained for so long, yet amount to nothing! To trash! I couldn’t help any of them!” he cried, letting tears stream down his face. He fell onto his knees, his ragged pants now covered in dirt. His tears sparkled, showing the moonlights brilliant light. Lance punched at the ground, his hand began to bleed. It stung as it came into contact with the dirt, but Lance left
“Did you dispose of them?” asked the boss, looking to the 2 he had sent out. “No, sir. Some of them managed to flee.” said one of the Guards, being cut off. “What? You fools! If any of them know we were here, they could report us! Quick, go find them!” yelled the boss, hitting the table out of anger.
“What would be… impossible to do, so I suggest, that… You. Evacuate. Now.” said a woman walking into the room, poking at his nose playfully as she said the last 3 words. “Yeh… yes ma’am.” said the boss, as if afraid of her. He stood up from his seat, and picked up a phone.
“Whatever you are doing, drop it now. We are evacuating!” said the boss nervously. The message reached everyone in the base, making them abandon what they were doing. They took a big blow doing this, but dodged a big bullet there. In less than 10 minutes, everyone was out of the forest, and the only thing left at the base was a bunch of crates.
That day, Lance returned, searching for anyone of the boys who had survived. None of them. The boys he found lay still, sleeping eternally. Lance spent that day digging and crying. He made a whole for every separate boy. He ended the day leaning on a tree, overlooking the makeshift graces he had created, and began to speak.
“I… couldn’t save them. None of them. They all…” he was interrupted as a bright light caught his view.
He began following it, arriving at what looked to be an old abandoned warehouse. It was filled with many crates, He wandered around, looking for, well… nothing in particular. His eyes landed on one box. It was different from the rest, he could feel it. He opened the crate, his view falling upon a canister. It was filled with a blue substance. Lance picked it up, trying to inspect it, dropping it instead. The room filled with a gas, and it began to spread in the air. Lance grabbed at his neck, trying to breathe. He couldn’t, and the room began to look blurry. He was knocked out, lying on the cold, concrete floor.
When he awoke, he was surrounded by people, moving the crates, taking them out of the building, bringing them into some sort of vehicles. Lance was afraid, assuming a fighting stance, he approached one of them men. He swung his hand at him, but it went right through. He looked at what they wore closely. A badge of what seemed to be a star with an XT on it covered their translucent vests. They weren't really there… or was he not really there? “Am… am I dead?” he asked, nobody answering.
Lance heard a message from a loudspeaker, telling everyone to evacuate. Everyone dropped what they were carrying and ran towards the exits. Lance tried to follow, but could not leave the building, he panicked, banging at the invisible wall keeping him in. As the vehicles rode away, the room became bright, and Lance found himself lying on the cold floor once again.
He got up, confused on what just happened, and walked into the city, the day… over. The story is only starting, as you may notice, so now, it is your choice on where it goes. How you act and react will all reflect on how this story ends. This is only the beginning of many countless tales, all leading to… the end.
Notes: If you didn't understand any of this, this is a free-roam, super powered RP, encouraging you to forge a hero or villain, just like ones out of comic books! Pick a power, make a costume, and get to saving the world, or working to destroy it. As you can see in the Arc 1 intro, this will be a very story driven RP. Then how will it be free roam? Events will be presented every once in a while, taking place all over the many locations thought this world. Of course, as the story broadens, the world will as well, so look through the RP for more locations. The ones given here are the starting locations, the only places where you can start from.
Groups: In the Superhero world, there are groups, teams, gangs, and leagues of superheroes! In here, once the RP is big enough, we will use the Group system to make roleplaying together easier. Instead of wandering the world alone, groups help people stay together when roleplaying. A group can be disbanded or created on the spot, making grouping with anyone, anytime possible. Groups will participate in missions, raids, and rescues/heists together! These kind of events will advance the story a bit.
If there aren’t enough people however, we may never use these, and have missions for only 1-3 people. Powers: In this RP, anyone can have powers! In the beginning, your character is still new to their power, but over time, their power will grow stronger, sometimes even mutating into something stronger! Watch out though, because what you do can affect how your power evolves! If you act against your morals, you may end up losing some strength! (This is to make it harder to switch sides, which you can do) How will your powers evolve? Maybe you train your power, finding a new signature move! Maybe you get pushed too far in combat, unlocking more of your powers! The limits are endless, but to gain strength, you must participate in the story events that will be held all over the locations in the RP! Meaning, the more you RP, and the better quality you RP, the stronger you can become!
Combat: Some of you may be wondering, how will this work? I had stated that there will be no numbers involved. I am trying to aim for a more, story-like style of combat. Make it all flow together, not just some plain text like, “Bob punched the thug” Spice it up a lil, and definitely make it fit your own heroes! An example would be…
“As the enemies drew closer, Dave had shifted into a fighting position. The thugs that had charged at him were nearing closer, but Dave took a deep breath, charging up his power. As they leaped toward him, he attempted to dash past them, trying to hit each of them in the ribs as he tried shoved past them.”
Of course, many role-playing rules apply, meaning you can’t assume that your attack hits, because if you did, everything would be just a plain, one-shot kill… We want longer, more intense battles. Of course there will be the little grunts that you can probably hit in one try, but there will be some tougher opponents that you might need some strategy to bring them down.
Factions: Factions do not need to be joined! You can be a rogue hero and go out alone, or team up. Later on in the RP, you can even make your own. For now, there are only 2 Factions, but soon, there may be more as the story progresses.
XT- XenoTech Corp A curropt company with a very, very large goal in mind. It wishes to shape the world the way it wants, from behind the scenes. Of course, for now, they deal with.. "International Trades" with some shady people, delivering, stealing, and grifting. If you join this Faction, expect lots of robberies, raids, and sabotge! Allgnment is Evil
TBSH- The Brother/Sisterhood A band of youths lead by Lance in order to figure out the plans of XenoTech! As they are all youths, and are form the rather shady parts of the city, they do not always seem good. Alignment for now is Neutral
Locations: Locations are split into 3 Categories. Country, City, and Buildings of Importance For now, there is only 1 Country, and we will expand on that soon.
Country- North America North America is home to the Factions XT and The White Hoods, and is one of the countries mostly affected by the new “Powered Humans” Many criminals and heroes alike have begun appearing around here. The weather here is diverse, and the land is as well. Hot some places, cold in others. This place is rather stable economically, but may soon face dark times if it does not change, but maybe, it might not be able to see that day.
City- New York City New York City is the largest city in America, and has the largest population as well. It is home to several hundreds of buildings and locations.
Building/Area- Back Alleys These places are usually littered with trash, more trash, and even more trash. The kind of trash? All kinds. If you ever go in here, you better watch your back, or you just might bump into trouble.
Building/Area- Park The Park is filled with trees and plants, unlike the rest of the city. It also has a little playground, a few benches, and a fountain in the center, a great place to relax, hang out, and buy a hotdog and just chill.
Building/Area- Pizza Phill’s Pizza Phill’s is a failing restaurant, well it is supposed to be. After a while, it was mostly populated by gangs as sort of a base. The place is never clean, and many times, the staff is not even there, as it was overthrown by gangs.
Building/Area- Apartment Buildings 1 through 3(These are all different ones) In the many apartment buildings in the city, live people. All kinds of people. Maybe even you live here? You can rent a room here. There really is not much more to say about it.
Building/Area- Statue of Liberty This amazing landmark symbolizes America’s Freedom, and was a gift from France. This is a great tourist attraction, and may attract people’s attention. This can sometimes be a hotspot for trouble.
Building/Area- Time Square The most busy, full, noisy, part of New York City! Even during the night, this place is light up, with many lights, signs, and cinemas!
Building/Area- Offical District Area which is filled with civil and justice buildings. Will be the center of any response to any criminal emergency.
Building/Area- Forest Outside the city is a large forest, dense with trees. It is home to a strange abandoned warehouse filled with strange boxes.
Now... I will be adding locations later on, but for now, explore the city, and advance the story with your choices!
Rules: 1. If you cuss, don't overblow it. Don't just explode into it for no reason. If you are going to use words for adults, use them like adults... 2. Romance is allowed, just not going too far. 3. No ODing, it is different to have to characters in a romance. 4. No Godmodding. Your hero is not perfect, and will make mistakes! You can't always hit, or dodge, or block... 5. If you are found breaking any of these rules, you will first be warned, then if you do it again, you may be asked to leave... 6. Characters die, it happens all the time! If your character dies... (Which is a really rare occurence) you will be able to make a new one! 7. The max amount of Heroes you can have at once is only 1 sadly 8. Causing a fuss is against the rules. Fighting with others OOC is not tolerated! Go into group Chat or something to do that.
Here is the CS! If you posted your CS on the Interest Check forum, please add in the new part.
Name: Alias(Hero/Villain name): Faction: Age: Gender: Backstory(Not Optional): Appearance: Disguise/Costume: Power: Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please):
Anyways, here is my CS! I Hope you all sign up!
Name: Lance Strongarm
Alias(Hero/Villain name): N/A
Faction: TBSH
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Backstory(Not Optional):Check the Arc 1 Intro
Appearance: Lance is a rather scrawny boy, and is rather tall, standing at around 5'11 feet tall. His eyes are a bright blue, and his hair a light chestnut. His hair is a mess of curls, but they are a bit short. A piece of hair hangs down, making a curl on his forehead. He usually wears a rugged basketball jersey and a pair of baggy sweatpants. He used to wear glasses, until of course his powers mutated.
Disguise/Costume: When Lance is disguised, he dons a black hoodie. What? You expect a poor kid to have the money to construct a real suit? Lance wields a Spear that he had put together using a stick and a pocket knife. Even more proof that he doesn't have the money to spend on a costume.
Power: Lance's power is Prophecy. He was at first only able to see into the future, or have something in his vision direct him to something of importance. After stumbling into a warehouse previously under XT's control, he stumbled onto something. It mutated his powers, giving them more strength. He can now see the future at will, yet it exhausts him.
Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): True Neutral
A big thanks to TNTJack and kitrain for helping... er, or signing up to help. You were a ... big help? I haven't done this before, so having so many people wanna join makes me a little happy inside! Thanks for joining, and I do hope you enjoy this world I have crafted. I am so happy that not only was this a good idea, but that people want it back. Thank you to all who previously joined, and thanks to those who will join now! Now please, the only thing I want to see here is fun!
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| 29 Mar 2016 10:35 AM |
| Marked, I will be making my character soon. |
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| 29 Mar 2016 02:35 PM |
If you're not a popular forum RPer, people won't care how much time you spent into this, they'll basically not answer...
But, i guess ill make my character...?
Maybe not Maybe yes
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| 30 Mar 2016 12:30 AM |
Imma mark this and give you the CS.
Once I create a good back story... |
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| 30 Mar 2016 12:38 AM |
| Marked. I'm that guy who made the Phasing character. Though this time I think I'm going to try enhanced speed. |
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LNG257
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| 30 Mar 2016 12:44 AM |
| Interesting. I shall return... later, possibly with a CS. |
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| 30 Mar 2016 01:50 AM |
Name: Stepan Kasunic Alias(Hero/Villain name): Ordo Faction: None Age:26 Gender: Male Backstory(Not Optional): Stepan was born and raised in a small town within the country of Slovenciak. Slovenciak's power structure was founded on fear and wealth, Stepan's family had neither. His parents, Frencie and Argeus Kasunic, were both struggling farmers due to the trade embargo Slovenciak's Dictator had put into effect. They raised Stepan with their principles of hard work and solitude. Then came the day of the attack, the Insurgency group 'Buď voľný' attempted to raid Slovenciak's capital. However, the Slovencian military forces pushed them back to Stepan's hometown. The resulting battle led to the destruction of the town, though most residents survived, their property did not. The attack tore his family apart. You see, Stepan's father wanted to move to the capital; but residents of the capital under the age of 18 and above the age of 10 were to be drafted into the Military forces, which Frencie certainly disapproved of. Alas, with time Frencie gave in, and they moved to the capital. Due to the recent attacks Stepan was immediately drafted. The thing about Slovenciak's Military is that their methods are less than orthodox. You see, the dictator believed that for a man to be strong, he must feel no pain. Recruits were put through vigorous torture, until they'd either die or survive. Survivors were sparse to say the least, and yet Stepan made it through. Near the time of Stepan's first deployment, his mother's worries came to realization, a deserter of the Slovenciak Military had spread the truth to the public. Frencie became uncontrollably worried and paranoid, to the point of a mental breakdown... Stepan had remained unaware of this, he'd been too occupied with the firefights and the raids which he seemingly returned unscathed from every time. Stepan's unit had been pulled out from what was his home-town, which had been turned into a field with grass that ran red. Stepan took his leave, maybe it was the isolation or the reminiscence of his parents which led him to waste his one day leave simply to visit his parents. Stepan entered the home unannounced, he called out for his mother and father, before he stumbled into the kitchen of a living room. He stopped, this was unusual, his mother was idly staring at the wall as his father caressed her back. Frencie's hair was unkept and she was dressed in a worn gown. His mother was a woman who cared about appearances. Stepan bent down next to his mother, waiting for a response. After a solid minute off, well, nothingness. He began to shake her, progressively faster and more forcefully, calling out her name. His voice filled with anger, his eyebrows furrowed as he kept shaking, no not shaking, hitting. He was hitting her at this point, anything for his mother, anything. The years of torture made him loose pain, yet he felt his heart tightening, suffocating, struggling to move. At this point his father was pulling at him, trying to get him to stop. But Stepan kept hitting, until the skin on his knuckles began to tear. Stepan finally stopped, exhuasted. His father fell back as Stepan stood. Argues cupped his mouth, shock, pain, so many expressions filled his eyes. Stepan stood and left. As Stepan returned to the on-site base he glanced at his knuckles, they'd stopped bleeding and he couldn't see a single wound. The walk to base was a mere ten minutes. It suddenly all clicked together. How he survived, how he never walked away with a wound from a gun fight even after he swears he was shot and fell unconscious. As things made less sense, everything made more sense... and this is when Stepan concluded that he would exact revenge against the man who did this to his mother, he would crush the Slovenciak Dictator and his kingdom, and then build his own. But his powers did not make him immortal, far from it, so he'd need help. Appearance: Medium Build| Several scars scattered around his body| A Slovenciak Special Forces insignia branded onto his back| Unkept hair and facial hair| 6'3 |
Disguise/Costume: Slovenciak Special Forces Standard Uniform ( http://prntscr.com/alvpmi )
Power: Accelerating healing capabilities, high pain-tolerance (To clarify for anyone assuming I'll godmod, Pain Tolerance and healing capabilities won't mean a single gunshot to the chest won't keep me on the ground, it'll just mean that I can take a punch to the jaw far better than a normal person, however I can't deliver a punch with more strength than the average soldier.)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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| 30 Mar 2016 01:05 PM |
| Looking through websites for powers that my character could have... |
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LNG257
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| 30 Mar 2016 02:33 PM |
"websites"
That makes me cringe.
I shall now proceed to write 6 paragraphs about my power, its uses, its weaknesses, and its larger-reaching effects. |
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| 30 Mar 2016 04:10 PM |
Marked
"I remember when I was the Hero" | "Ryker Hale and Alice Ryker. The God Damn Dream Team" | "Cthulhu For President 2k16" | "Picture a depressed onion cutting itself" | "I swear HIGH i'm not GOD" | |
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| 30 Mar 2016 04:20 PM |
| I am obviously joining, once I can think of a character. |
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| 30 Mar 2016 05:20 PM |
I have reconsidered the rule of one person per user, and will allow up to 4, as long as they don't seem to be coming in contact too much, as this is supposed to be an way to write a story with others, not to write your own!
Also, people are auto accepted unless told otherwise. |
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| 30 Mar 2016 08:01 PM |
Name: Adam Indigo
Alias(Hero/Villain name): Zero
Faction: N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Backstory(Not Optional): Adam Indigo was your not-so-average ENTP-A who lived in rural Idaho. He owned the local truck stop and listened to all of the fascinating stories that all the truckers had to tell. He had an IQ of 202, which is strange given his occupation, but school and universities never interested him; he didn't mind not having a lot of money, as long as he was free to roam around. His life was going great for him until an abnormal tornado struck the town he was temporarily living in. The weathermen classified this tornado as an F-9 tornado, which is 3 levels above what was thought to be the limit. This tornado was not grey like normal tornadoes, instead it was pitch black. It made no noise, and instead of picking things up and throwing them, it sucked objects in similar to a black hole, but did not crush them; the gravity wasn't as strong. The only reason the weathermen even called it a tornado was because that was the only thing that made any remote sense. It was indeed formed by cool air meeting hot air, it did originate in the clouds, and it was absolutely a funnel shape. The tornado was spinning at mach 7 (5,370 MPH), and it had a horizontal movement speed of 120 MPH. Adam, unlike the other residents of the town, and being a hardcore realist, understood his bleak situation. Instead of ducking for cover, Adam called his loved ones, told them he loved them, and went outside on the front porch with a bag of popcorn to watch the show. He thought that was it for him, but little did he know that his going to the front porch was the exact thing that would save his life, mostly. The tornado was approaching, and he felt no emotion. He didn't exactly know why he felt no emotion, but he was also glad, as he was not going to die in fear. He pondered why his journey was being cut short, and felt that awkward peace people tend to get right before their death. His thoughts were interrupted though, as the tornado finally hit him. He lost consciousness instantaneously, and did not arise from the darkest depths of his mind for three days. He awoke to a loud beeping noise. -Am I in the hospital?- he thought. -Nay, that cannot be the case.. The tornado got me..- His memory was coming back to him. He opened his eyes, and what lied before him was nothing more than a broken microwave, beeping away into the vast void of.. He couldn't quite figure out where he was. He stood, but realized that he felt weightless. He looked down and did not see his feet. -Am I dead?- he had thought. He pinched his arm. He felt something was there, but he realized that it didn't prove whether or not he was alive. -Can you feel pain in the afterlife?.. Is there an afterlife?- The thoughts came in one by one, too fast to consider each and every one of them. He blacked out. He awoke to another beeping sound, this time, it was indeed a hospital. He opened his eyes and sat up. The nurse dropped her clipboard, and couldn't say a word. "Where am I?" he had asked. "You're.. You're in the hospital." The nurse had said. "So it seems. How did I get here?" "Someone found you on the side of the road. You're a lucky man, but I'm not a doctor. I should go get him for-" "No need for that. I'm fine actually, now if you could remove these IVs, I'll find my own way out." "I'm not sure that's the best idea, you've been in a coma for two--" "I'm awake now, aren't I?" "Years.." "Years? What on earth happened in two years!" "We.. Don't know." "Either way, I feel fine. Really. Remove these IVs." "It is against protocol to just release--" "Who cares about protocol! Remove these IVs immediately.. Or I'll.. I'll..." He thought. He didn't actually know what he would do if she refused. "Sir, you need to lie down. You're not supposed to get up immediately after coming out of a coma. Please, sir, please cooperat--" With that, Adam vanished. In the blink of an eye. He had divided.. By Zero...
Appearance: Black tuxedo, black undershirt, black shoes, black bowtie, black fedora. You name it. The guy likes the color black, most likely due to his psychotic shift and his power; and being classy.
Disguise/Costume: Shadow's Cloak- A cloak made entirely out of shadows. Black, of course. Covers his other clothing attire.
Power(s): - Proven; Shadow manipulation/metamorphosis. Superhuman reflexes & agility. Teleportation. - Theoretical; Gravity manipulation. Superhuman speed. Ability to deny the first law of thermodynamics.
Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): Chaotic Neutral
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| 30 Mar 2016 08:12 PM |
Here is my CS:
Name: Calvin Seaton
Alias(Hero/Villain name): None. People call him Seaton.
Faction: None, as of now.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Backstory(Not Optional): Calvin grew up in New York as a single child. After witnessing his friends being assaulted by thugs when he was young, he vowed to fight for justice as a cop. His parents disappeared during his police career, bringing him sadness and eventually forcing him to resign from the NYPD out of depression. An accident after he quit, in which he was struck by lightning while walking in Central Park on a cloudy day, gave him supernatural powers that allow him to control, create, and turn into electricity. His body from the torso down was heavily burned due to the strike, however. He now roams the streets as an ex-cop and a nocturnal crime-fighter. He also has an adopted daughter, Lily, who is 4 years old and the only person whom Calvin has shown true affection for in his miserable life.
Appearance: Has short black hair and brown/black eyes. Aside from his head and his hands, the rest of his body was damaged from the lightning strike, including missing skin and black burns.
Disguise/Costume: Wears a black cap and a long, buttoned black coat that goes down to his tibia, and black pants with black shoes. He is always shown with his hands in his coat pockets as to not shock anyone if he touches them. The inside of his coat is made of rubber to conduct the electricity.
Power: Electricity manipulation and creation, and shapeshifting into electricity.
Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): Neutral.
By the way, who are the White Hoods? |
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| 30 Mar 2016 08:41 PM |
Name: Sylene Esquerei
Alias(Hero/Villain name): Princess
Faction: Am I allowed to make my own (and be the leader)? if yes: The Fyreflies. If no, White Hoods
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Backstory(Not Optional):
Appearance: Dyed pink, with pale skin. She's 5'7" and 156lbs.
Disguise/Costume: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/e/e6/FFXIII-Lightning-render.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100111201502&path-prefix=it
Power: Telekinesis and Extreme Agility. She can go into "Power Mode", which is like a temporary invincible form (max: 15 minutes) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral |
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| 30 Mar 2016 10:34 PM |
Name: Jeannine Roffmer Alias(Hero/Villain name): None. Faction: Monarchy of Australia, I'll describe it in the backstory. Age: 32 Gender: F Backstory(Not Optional): Born in Perth, Australia, Jeannine lived the life of a privileged socialite, she was guaranteed to make into a great college, she was gonna have tons of money.
And she did. So Jeannine decided that with all this money and power, she could do almost anything. So she attended Humboldt State in California and majored in marine zoology. In California, Jeannine moved South towards SeaWorld, where she worked for about 6 years before heading back to Australia.
When she came back, the whole powered phenomenon had began. And she was empowered. The Parliament of Australia had a negative look on the powered people, and started to "contain" them. So, Jeannine joined a rebel group that had planned to topple the Parliament. There, she met Garth Capaldi, the man who would not only manage to topple the Australian Parliament, but also manage to become the monarch of Australia.
Jeannine was taught ways of negotiation and politics by Garth, and was appointed the representative for Australia. Currently, she is in America to discuss an alliance. Appearance: At about 5'9 and 124 lbs, Jeannine has brown hair going to about her shoulder blade, olive skin, and green eyes. Disguise/Costume: She doesn't really wear a costume. She usually wears a grey t-shirt, but it is under a grey suit. She also wears brown khakis and black boots. As for more casual, non business attire, Jeannine usually wears a grey jacket, with a blue shirt underneath, with navy blue jeans and the same black boots. Power: Jeannine has the ability to convert the potential energy stored in an inanimate object into pure light kinetic energy, thus “charging” that item with highly explosive results. The only real limitation to this ability is the time required to charge the object: the larger it is the more time it takes to charge. Most charging takes place through direct skin contact. The power of her explosions is dependent on the mass of the object he is charging, for example, a charged playing card explodes with the force of a grenade. Gambit can also use his mutant abilities to accelerate an object's kinetic energy instead of converting its potential energy; for example, she can charge a tree branch with enough power to level a house.
Jeannine's ability to tap kinetic energy also grants her incredible superhuman physical attributes (strength, speed, reflexes and reactions, agility, flexibility, dexterity, coordination, balance, and endurance), as her body constantly generates bio-kinetic energy and so is perfectly constructed for constant motion. This gives her an added edge that she has used to her advantage by developing a unique acrobatic fighting style. Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): Neutral Good
Twingy Twangy Sneaky Meme ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ) |
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| 30 Mar 2016 11:07 PM |
We can make our own factions from the start? Wasn't aware.
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| 31 Mar 2016 12:20 AM |
Name: Garrett Valen
Alias(Hero/Villain name): Predator
Faction: None. But he may make one of his own in time.
Age: Not fully known. Garrett has the appearance of being in his mid 20's, while records indicate he should be around his early 40's or late 30's.
Gender: Male
Backstory(Not Optional): Garrett's past is largely a mystery, due to the chaos ensued by powered people. The following is gathered from or inferred from surviving records and documents.
Born roughly 40 years ago, in Seattle, WA. His father had died six months before, and his mother died merely a year after giving birth from drug overdose. Garrett has, or had, an older sister whose name and current status are unknown. She raised him for the most part, keeping him away from the gangs and cults that were quickly rising up all the time centered around superpowered activity. Their school was attacked at least twice by an aforementioned gang and cult. The gang shot as many students as they could before the police arrived en masse and conducted a very delicate hostage negotiation. We can only infer that it was successful due to the fact that Garrett still lives. The second time, a cult stormed in and overwhelmed the private security guards that the district had hired, kidnapping over two dozen children before retreating. Further evidence hints that Garrett may have been one of the children kidnapped. It is unknown whether he was let out of captivity or broke free, or if those hints were false and he was not taken at all.
Fortunately, by the time he got to high school there was a full-time superhero defending the city from masses of brainwashed cultists and violence-prone gangs. And minor-league supervillains, of which it seems there were a couple, who were quickly put behind bars. Or, in the case of one, killed in an explosion that they had set up themselves trying to trap the hero. While the security guards never went away, school was considerably safer for kids. Garrett graduated with honors and at least two scholarships, and then applied to and was accepted at an unidentified university. He received a doctorate and went to work for a research firm in Wyoming. Apart from the name Havendall Incorporated, which from available records seems to have done nothing and received nothing, yet had a steadily increasing fund of several million dollars that was all funneled through their only facility, where Garrett went to work. We can infer that it was a front, but further than that would be wild speculation.
Garrett worked there for somewhere between nine and eleven years. Available records are conflicting as to the amount of time he was there for, but all say anywhere between nine years and three months to eleven years and seven months, with a single outlier suggesting he was there for twelve years and four months. It is still not known exactly what he did in the facility, though considering further documentation and his university records, he was a most likely a researcher for whatever the facility was doing. He, and all other people we can find who also worked there, lived nearby and were given a private company-owned vehicle to ride to work in. Documentation hints that there were other workers who were employed as drivers. Yet after his time at the facility, between nine and eleven years, he suddenly leaves for Vegas in a presumably stolen company car, and then either bought, stole, or received a ride to LA. Records and further documentation hint that the company he left sent a private task force after him, either to apprehend or eliminate.
From here we can track him through intact surveillance footage in the data vaults constructed by a superpowered individual who resided in LA. Footage shows him in a car being pursued by a helicopter. The car makes its way to an airport, where the helicopter lands. No further footage of the helicopter can be obtained after it descends below the top of the buildings. However, we can infer that it was carrying troops, and said troops disembarked and moved to surround Garrett inside the airport. Garrett pulls out a pistol, but is unable to fire before being shot in the upper right chest and dropping it. However, he is still on his feet and pulls out an object that is hidden to the camera, but makes several hand gestures that makes it clear the object is valuable to the corporation and he is willing to destroy it if he has to. The soldiers are not convinced and shoot him several times in the chest. Video footage from a camera phone shows him bleeding out, seemingly dying as his unusually dark red blood pools underneath him. One of the soldiers checks his pulse, then gives a thumbs up to another soldier, likely the leader. The leader says something and shakes their head, and all the soldiers leave.
A mere hour and forty-eight minutes later, Garrett gets back up, all evidence of his wounds gone and wavy lines coursing over his body. We can surmise that either his powers were latent and have only been activated now, or his powers were acquired between being shot, dying and getting back up. Further footage is not available as he looks at the camera and, as seen in frame-by-frame shots, extends his arm as though it were rubber and crushes it. The only information following is referred to as the "LA airway massacre". However, it should be noted that Garrett's actions after the "massacre" suggest that he was not fully in control of his powers, leading to the wanton destruction witnessed by three separate superheroes, of whom two are now deceased, though neither by Garrett's hand, and countless hundreds of civilians, almost all of whom died in the massacre and most of the remainder dead from other catastrophes.
Appearance: While his appearance can change, thanks to his power, Garrett often maintains the appearance of a young man with pale skin and short blonde hair, wearing a gray jacket and leather jeans. His lip is scarred, a small cut making its way down the right side, the only visible injury that hasn't healed. Other than that, his face is almost bland, the unusually pale skin being noteworthy but not exactly remarkable. He stands at medium height, most of the time has seeming medium weight and build, the kind of person that nobody notices in a crowd. That in itself is remarkable in how unremarkable he is, possibly his own doing to avoid notice.
However, whenever he uses his powers, he can be easily identified. Reddish lines of... well, some unknown substance that temporarily appears on his body whenever he uses his powers, appear and weave around him, leaving him changed as they pass. Whether the changes are obvious: his arms suddenly sprouting tendrils or his hands growing claws, or subtle: changing his appearance to look like someone else, these lines always appear. Usually, unless needing or wanting to fight, this is an easy reveal. If he's already in a fight, then things just got more... interesting.
It is also of note that when he changes his body with his powers, he can also make an organic fabric that looks and feels like clothing, but is in fact organic and part of his own body.
Disguise/Costume: Anyone, anywhere, any time.
Power: Garrett has the power to change his and other's biology. This can include outward appearance, internal structure, and so forth. He can manipulate anything natural in the body, such as bones, organs, and skin, but not inserts such as braces or bone supports or replacements. However, these things can be moved around and digested or sent flying outwards, and objects that hit his skin, such as bullets, will dig in and cause damage to him, but then can be sent flying straight back at the attacker. Permanent damage is almost nonexistent as he automatically fixes his body to be in prime condition. As you can imagine, he has superhuman physical ability, and can lift vehicles over his head or scale skyscrapers with almost no effort. In fact, he can quite literally run up the sides of buildings and other obstacles, by manipulating his feet to grab the wall and release when he moves.
The possibilities are limitless. But having superhuman physical ability and the power to turn his own body into a weapon doesn't mean he is invincible. Garrett needs to consume biomass, integrating it into his own body to regenerate. This means that with concentrated effort, he can be killed, and his powers will never match true superspeed or teleporation, or superstrength, and no mental powers whatsoever. His individual feats are pushing past the limits of human ability, but not to a true individual superpower.
As Garrett gains more biomass and specialized DNA, such as that from other superpowered beings, he unlocks more of his full potential. Usually when under stress, his power activates of its own mind and gives him something new that he hadn't thought of before. It makes him unpredictable and dangerous.
Alignment(refer to the DND alignment chart please): Neutral Evil. Garrett does not actively work with or against any faction, but ruthlessly eliminates people who get in his way and has a disdain for humanity as a whole.
Though of course, if this gets really active and popular I'll never be able to keep up with it. I still made this character in the chance that I will be able to keep track with this RP and because I needed to get some creative energy out. |
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| 31 Mar 2016 12:23 AM |
Typical LND. You always amaze me with your CS skills.
I don’t see the moon, I see provolone cheese. |
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| 31 Mar 2016 12:26 AM |
LNG* my bad. By the way, OP, where is this DND alignment sheet that I can't seem to find? >_<
I don’t see the moon, I see provolone cheese. |
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| 31 Mar 2016 02:20 AM |
@LNG
If my Character is accepted, I foresee some interesting battles between our characters.
@above Search DND Alignment, should be a wikipedia page on it.
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| 31 Mar 2016 08:13 AM |
I just realized I forgot to put the back story. Name: Sylene Esquerei
Alias(Hero/Villain name): The Executioner
Faction: Am I allowed to make my own (and be the leader)? if yes: The Fyreflies. If no, White Hoods
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Backstory(Not Optional): Once people with powers had rebellioned and ganged up against people, she had always been on top of buildings, hiding and watching people battle it out. She made her own gang of people, who were mostly afraid that she would kill them, or squash them with a large item. So, she would take those with power and kill those who didn't. Her gang is composed of many different genders and powers of mostly 18-27 year olds.
Appearance: Dyed pink, with pale skin. She's 5'7" and 156lbs.
Disguise/Costume: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/e/e6/FFXIII-Lightning-render.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100111201502&path-prefix=it
Power: Telekinesis and Extreme Agility. She can go into "Power Mode", which is like a temporary invincible form (max: 15 minutes)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral |
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| 31 Mar 2016 08:45 AM |
Thank you, splitzalot. My character's alignment is chaotic neutral.
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