earlyrose
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 7:44:03 GMT -5
Fatal Blessings
The city lies in ruins, ravished by forces beyond human control. Those responsible linger amoung the ruins, hiding from the truths that lie about them. This is their responsibility. But what can they do, against the uncontrollable forces that rage within them?
Only a few weeks before, the city was alive, buzzing with life and activity. "SUPERPOWERS- NO LONGER A MYTH?" "WHAT IS THE CAUSE OF THIS PHNOMENEM?" "WHAT SINGLES OUT THESE SPECIAL PEOPLE?" So screamed the press. Excitiment was wild- humans could reach as far as controlling the elements. The sky was no longer the limit. Fire was no longer a hazard. The powers were wide and varied- what could go wrong for the human race now? But it was not long before the doubt set in. Soon the press began to waver- "TRULY ANGELS?" "LIMITLESS POWER- A GOOD THING?" "NIGHT-TIME TERROR- THOUSANDS DIE IN EARTHQUAKE. CAUSE UNKNOWN" "RAGING LIGHTNING STORMS- UNUSUAL IN MIDSUMMER.." Things were going wrong. And what could stop these wild forces? The answer was one few would admit- Nothing. Of course, hiding the truth was soon not an option. Evacuation began- but for many it was too late. Those who stayed became part of the sprawled wreck that had once been mighty. The one time blessings had become fatal.
The Roleplay Thread
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earlyrose
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 8:17:07 GMT -5
Setting: The roleplay begins in the ruins of the city, with the accursed super heroes coming to terms with fate, surviving in what remains of their homes and stealing from the shops that still stand. One by one they find each other, and find around the others of their kind their powers are more controllable. Soon their common cause is clear- find the source of their misery and get rid of it. How hard can it be?
I am welcoming to any plot twists you want to add to the roleplay, but please mail me beforehand so I can approve/adapt the idea to fit it in. Also, any powers are allowed but remember they must be dangerous- being able to fly couldn't lay waste to a city.
When a character's power goes out of their control they enter a kind of trance, their powers having a will of their own. It is possible to break the trance, but extreme willpower is needed and it often causes exhaustion, nausea and unconiousness.
Character code:
[b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Power:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Other:[/b] [b]Image:[/b] [optional]
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earlyrose
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 8:21:39 GMT -5
Characters so far
Name: Cassandra Olivier Age: 17 Power: Electricity Appearance: Slim, tall, red-haired with pale skin. She has stunning emerald eyes. She tends to wear a striped blue and white fitted shirt, accompanied by grey skinny jeans. She also has a silver locket hung around her neck. Personality: Confident and generally optimistic, intelligent and imaginative, Cassandra is responsible and kind, though she has a fiery temper. However, the events that led to the cities ruin drove her into a self hating depression that led to unquenchable guilt and sadness. History: Upon discovering her powers, Cassandra took it onto herself to do the greatest good she was capable of. She used her power to power part of the cities electricity. However, it was a week after her power had developed she experienced her first trance. A powerful electric storm swept through the city, and Cassandra could not stop it. It was like a charge inside her had kept building up and up, and she could not use it fast enough, leading to it all using itself up in the storm. The second time it happened, she resisted, only to collaspe into unconciousness for two days. The next time it was even worse- the storm brought down five skyscrapers and killed many. Cassandra locked herself away in her room, and the evacuation began. Her mother, however, refused to go, despite Cassandra's begging. She said she couldn't leave her only child alone with such a burden. She broke into Cassandra's room and found her peacefully asleep. She approached her and the whole room began to crackle with an unseen charge. Cassandra's hair whipped out, statically charged. The door slammed shut, and the whole room, pent up with charge, exploded, killing Cassandra's mother and leaving Cassandra truly alone. Cassandra, upon waking, ran as far as she could from the site, and hasn't returned since. Other: None. Image: None.
Name: Michael White, aka White Age: 24 Power: Temporal Manipulation Appearance: White hair with pink eyes, White is an albino with a better skin complexion than most. He wears a golden jacket with black straps, silver, tipless gloves with emeralds embedded in them, white pants, gold socks and green and silver shoes. Personality: For the most part, White is perfectly content to "do his own thing". He likes doing performances for ANYBODY, and enjoys the free life. He's mostly interested in gaining more and more fame, but also has a code of honor he sticks to, and is very much a gentleman. However he has a streak of dark cruelty within him that occasionally manifests when somebody truly angers him. Deep down a part of him fears his own powers are the work of evil and that makes him very, very scared. History: Michael White was born to rock, of this he was sure...his first words were "Elvis is King" and he worked his way from piano to violin to guitar. He discovered his ability when he was nervously trying to figure out a way to play high-speed rock at age 13, and by concentrating found that he could slow time around him OR speed his own body up through the manipulation of time and space. He used this to practice, practice, practice, and by age 16 was a teenage star, gaining millions of dollars for his family. Unfortunately the worst happened. During a concert for AIDS research he entered a trance and performed one of the greatest rock ballads the world would ever know, but nobody would ever get the chance to tell about it...his temporal powers aged everything and everyONE within a two mile radius of him to dust...save for the guitar in his hand, the amp he was standing on, and the clothes on his body. Fearing the worst, he has run and run and run. But eventually he must confront what he did and work to heal the scars... Other: White is an incredibly amazing musician due to constant practice. Put a stringed thing in his hand and he'll blow your mind. However he has an irrational fear of drowning...go figure. Image: s2.photobucket.com/albums/y31/ngr....rent=White2.png
Name: Soleiyu Mandalov Age: 19 Power: Reaper Eyes & Psionic abilities Appearance:Black hair with Red eyes, Soleiyu has slightly tanned skin. He usually wears a loose, baggy, white long sleeved shirt, jeans and torn up shoes. most times his shirt is covered in dried blood Personality: Soleiyu's personality can change in an instant, ranging from a very kind person to having an insane look, though he doesn't hurt his friends while in what he calls "Extreme Distress", he attacks like a Berserker, his reflexes, speed and strength increase while in this state cause of all of the adrenaline going through his system. For the most part he is kind but a very good person to be around. History: Soleiyu was born like an average kid, loving parents, somewhat, a couple close friends and being the smartest kid out of his class. He was unusally smart for his age, even though he talked about seeing numbers and names. He thought everyone could see them until his parents told him to stop pretending. Soleiyu didn't know what the number meant until one day, he was watching one man's numbers start to go down rapidly as he crossed the street, as the numbers reached zero, the man was hit by a bus and died on contact. That's when Soleiyu knew the numbers were peoples lifespan. As he got older he kept his ability to himself and continued on being the smart kid, he wasn't a geek, he participated in other things like sports but he thought he was naturally intelligent. when he 18, he was getting harassed by some tough guys from another school. Soleiyu was getting a bit tired of this and started to get more angry as the guys got violent. the guys kept hitting him until one just suddenly exploded, like some T-N-T went off inside of him. the rest of the guys looked at Soleiyu whose eyes seemed to...shrink a lot, like he wasn't really there, Soleiyu sent out a wave of energy, sending the guys flying a few feet back. as he came out of the trance and saw what happened, he fled and seemed to disappear from the public.... Other: Soleiyu or Sol has moderate control of his Psi abilities, he has no control over his eyes though, they are always active. he tries not to get upset, afraid of hurting his friends or worse Image: s132.photobucket.com/albums/q20/D....y-lightened.jpg
Name: Khazid'hea Age: 21 Power: Planeswalker ((For more information, see here... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planeswalker)) Appearance: Khazid'hea usually wears an outfit of complete blacks; his long silver silk-like hair is usually pulled back into a form of a pony-tail. His sharp features are only darkened by the purple-ish bruise marks around his eyes. Personality: Quiet and keeping most to himself, Khazid'hea had been born one of the ver special of his time. His mind, completely shattered from traveling and transversing planes, is fragile. He is quick to take offense, and quicker still to cause "planes rifts" to bring some form of slave beast to destroy who irked him. History: Being born one in a million, and having gained a special "spark", Khazid'hea had been alone. When he was young, most stayed away from him, as if they seam to anger him they were sent flying. As he got older, his “spark” became more noticeable. One day, Khazid’hea had come home in a blur. His house, his parents, and everything he knew was destroyed. In a complete rage, Khazid’hea’s “spark” showed the brightest, as a rift was opened to his left. Several smaller creatures with very sharp features looked at him as they walked out. “W-what d-d-do you needs, boss?”, one asked quickly, his pointed eyes and sharp features clearly showed that he was the leader of the group. Khazid’hea, not moving, spoke in a tounge that he was unaware that he knew. He simply ordered that the creatures find who ever did this to his family, and kill them. After that, Khazid’hea had left through the same rift, leaving no trace of him. Years later, in the events that shook the plane that he grew up on, Khazid’hea came back. He destroyed his minions when they told him that the one they had been looking for was no where to be found; destroying several city blocks with it. Other: ((None yet, not sure what you would like…)) Image: ((None yet, drawing him up now…))
Name: Lish Bloodless Age: 17 Power: Ability to Control mind and do 'blood protection' Appearance: Her pink and black hair stands out as it is braided into strips and her natural fangs are usually hidden. She bears red eyes which came with her powers. Her cross is something she uses in her 'protection' and is something she never removes from her neck. She wears a pink shirt which has a see through bottom and a pair of black pants with black boots. She has a tatoo of a black and pink yin yan symbol on her arm which covers many small scars. Personality: Cold and she acts uncaring. She has a hot temper however and she is not someone you want to upset. She is loyal to some people but usually she just stays by herself for she has been shuned by many people and is tired of it. History: She was born in a family that believed in black magic and with her fangs her parents believed she was a gift. however her father died after she turned 8 due to a spell of protection he had cast over her. He offered his blood to the spirits to protect her for her first eight years. Her mother did the same thing to keep her safe until she was 13 and then she expired. By now she knows much of the blood spells her parents do but it is only trivial stuff. She will not make the same mistakes they did. Everyone shunned her and she became dark and secluded, leaving school before she was in her softmore year and started to live on her own. Other: Image: laiastar.deviantart.com/art/My-Vampire-Lish-102341340
Story so far
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earlyrose
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Post by earlyrose on Dec 19, 2008 6:38:41 GMT -5
Discovery
The Gifted roam the streets of the city, exploring and adapting to their new way of life in their own ways. Cassandra, Lish, and Soleiyu meet each other, and White encounters Khazid'hea. Suddenly, Cassy is overcome by dizzyness and annouces in her 'trance' that "Those who have been blessed must unite, unite to fight a common foe."....
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