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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 11:46:00 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.
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 11:46:17 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.
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 16, 2008 11:51:02 GMT -5
This is actually Nick's post. 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
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Post by LionHeart on Nov 21, 2008 18:20:37 GMT -5
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
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Post by Xero on Nov 22, 2008 21:20:14 GMT -5
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…))
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Teers
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Post by Teers on Nov 27, 2008 16:19:17 GMT -5
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
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 29, 2008 6:50:46 GMT -5
I realised I hadn't reposted my character when I moved this from modern fantasy. Also, we should start the rp!
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.
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The girl was curled in a ball on then floor of the small convinience store. It was dark and cold, but better than outside where every step she took reminded her of the destruction she had wrecked. In her hand was a bottle that may have contained vodka, but it didn't matter anymore, it was empty. She threw it angrily across the floor at it hit a shelf, knocking cans of baked beins tumbling to the floor. She closed her eyes and groaned. She had one hell of a headache. And she knew she deserved it. She shouldn't have started opening the alcohol compartment. The first time she was so distressed because of her guilt filled dreams, and lonely. But now she couldn't sleep without it driving away the horrible memories from her mind. She stood, reaching out her power and the lights flickered on, lighting up the small shop. The lights span around her head and she quickly sat down again. After a few deep breaths, she stood once more, and the lights stayed in the same place this time. She staggered to the door and opened it wide, breathing in the clean cool air. Since there were no pollutants anymore, the air was actually clean and cool. She pushed her messy hair from her face and stared out into the ruined city. Alot of people got away, she reasoned to herself. She even said it aloud, so it would seem more real. "Alot of people got away!" she called, but the wind whipped away her words and she knew that they didn't matter. Because at least one hadn't. One lay amoung the ruins of her home, dead. And that was her mother. And Cassandra had killed her. She sat down and burst into heavy tears.
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Post by Teers on Nov 29, 2008 11:44:30 GMT -5
Lish dripped five drops of a dead man's blood onto her cross muttering "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, Ergo draco maledicte et sectio Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos." The cross glowed red and the pink jewel made a high pitch squeal, looking as though it was drinking in the blood. The cross turned back to silver however the pink jewel turned a brownish red, like stale blood. Lish smiled, now the spirit of the dead man was captured by her jewel and now it would protect her from certian poisons and spells that may be cast her way, however when it turned back to pink the spirit had been exhausted and she would have to find another one. Lish however heard crying and then followed it to the source, a teenage girl about her age with red hair.
She stood there in her revealing shirt and black pants, waiting to be noticed.
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Post by earlyrose on Nov 29, 2008 13:10:00 GMT -5
Cassandra stopped her tears with the back of her hand and sat shaking silently for a while. Then she took another deep breath. She thought she could hear someone other than herself breathing. She looked up to see a teenage girl staring back at her. Cassandra gazed at her for minute. It had been a few days seen she'd come out of the shop last, and she hadn't spoken to anyone apart from herself for what seemed like years, but in reality must have only been about a week. She opened her mouth cautiously, her head still spinning slightly. "Um, hi," she said lamely. But she had no idea what to say to this unusual girl. Either she had a power or she'd stayed and survived through the powers that had destroyed the city. There was so much emotion going through Cassandra at that moment, but all that came to mind to say was, "So what's your name?" It was like some rubbishy kid's adventure book, where the two heros meet and they've just killed some amazing boss and all they say is 'Hey, what's your name?', but this was real. And in a storybook one of them wouldn't be a murderer.
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Post by Nick on Nov 29, 2008 14:10:18 GMT -5
White took a long sip of the beer he had. He sighed a few times as he blew upwards, sending a lock of white hair flying up. He'd snuck some high-quality Jack Daniels...Black...from a rich fogey's mansion some miles away and was resting against a tree.
"You know Moe, I'll probably get ten yeaaars...so just give me beers till they get here!" White mumbled. "Yeah I knoooow the sun is comin' up...and y'all are probably gettin' ready for closing up...but I'm trying to drown my soooul...I'm tired of this life on the dirt rooooaad!" He lowered his head. "Everything I ever loved is gone, I'm gettin' tired of hangin' on!"
He took another long swig of the beer then tossed it away, sighing as he re-adjusted himself against the tree. He felt so alone.
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Post by Xero on Dec 1, 2008 11:47:05 GMT -5
Khazid'hea had his eyes on the ground, leaning softly against a pew in a church. He closed his eyes, listening to the small voices that he heard. The veil of the plane that he was currently on was weaker here then it was in any other place. His very thin lips curled lightly into a smile, his left hand slowly moving into his pocket.
The fabric around him rippled slightly; a very small, rat like creature moved through the veil. The look on the vile creature's face showed that it was clearly shocked, scared. Looking up at Khazid'hea, the creature backed of slightly; a look of complete dread on its face as it fell over a broken pew.
"... Welcome to my plane, Nezmi....", Khazid'hea said softly, the fabric still rippling slightly; almost like water.
The creature scurried back, the small black eyes never leaving the face of the Planeswalker. It moved into cover, just to keep covered. It moved its hand to a small, hook like dagger. The veil rippled again and another of the rat like creatures appeared. The small eyes darted over to the smaller creature, its head appearing directly under the Planeswalker's right hand.
The Nezumi, as Khazid'hea had called it, jumped, toppling over a different pew. The one who just appeared was nothing more then a smoking carcase, the entire body being engulfed in a thermal flux.
"... Now, I suggest that you set down your blade...", Khazid'hea said softly, standing up proper and walking slowly over to the rat-creature. The soft falls of his boots made the creature shake, the dagger dropping from its hand.
".... Good.... Now, I want you to look around this town....", he said coming to a halt over the creature, "... I want as much information about this town as possible..."
The creature nodded, then turned and shoot out of the church. Khazid'hea watched, his grin spreading across his thin lips. A small, white haired, ebon skinned creature moved out from behind a pew.
".... Vedui', Ilythiiri....", he said, knowing what came through; speaking his language perfectly, ".... Ka dos abban xuil uns'aa, dosst belaernen orn tlu zhennu..."
The elf grinned slightly, waiting for the Planeswalker to continue.
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Post by LionHeart on Dec 4, 2008 1:11:42 GMT -5
Soleiyu walked into the classroom, holding a sketch book he found in the high school art room and looked around a bit as he walked to a corner that was filled with drawings. To be more specific, drawings of people with ghostly numbers above their heads. He grabbed the chair that was behind a desk and dragged it to the corner. Sitting, he started to draw another person, talking to himself about Lifespans and the numbers. Soleiyu started to remember who the person was, it was the man he first saw die by being hit with a vehicle. He laughed a bit as he thought about why he hasn't been driven insane yet. Maybe he still hoped there was people left, he highly doubted it, after all, he did manage to collapse the top floor of the school and ruin about everything else that was in it, save for a few windows and supplies. He stopped drawing a bit and stood up, walking out into the hallway he picked up a large, hand sized piece of wood and throws it, not caring where it went or what it hit. Hearing it shatter a window he sighed softly
"Well there's one more thing I broken." Soleiyu said to himself "At least it wasn't another student or someone else, that wouldn't be too good for your psyche, now would it?" he asked himself as he exited the school and walked down the crumbling sidewalk.
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Post by Nick on Dec 4, 2008 11:19:33 GMT -5
White sighed, standing up. He was currently outside of a park and he was feeling bored. Luckily there was a town nearby.
He took a breath, then snapped his fingers.
SFX: WEE-WOW!
SFX: BOINK!
He was there, at the top of a roof at the center of the town, above a grocery store. Feeling hungry, he snapped his fingers again, and with a BOINK was teleported down to the sidewalk. He walked to the door and found it was locked...the place looked deserted. Yet all that food was lying inside.
He snapped his fingers again. BOINK! In he went!
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Post by earlyrose on Dec 5, 2008 14:44:58 GMT -5
Cassandra, receiving no response, placed her head back on her hands, and assumed she'd imagined the girl. She'd not hallucinated before, but reasoned in her current despair it wouldn't be long. Or the after effects of the magic made her imagine her.
Either way, when Cassandra looked up again the girl had gone. Cassy stood slowly. Something inside yearned for someone else. Someone she couldn't hurt, and could speak too and know they'd understand what she was going through and not probe her for information about her wierd gift. Yeah, right. No point in dreaming. But there must be someone else, with a gift, still roaming the city. She stared out into the ruins and the clear blue sky stared back, and nothing moved, as if to dissuade her that life did exist in this wreck. She tentatively stepped forward, raising her hand. Sparks of electricity sprung from them. And they weren't normal sparks. They had a sort of consicousness. But Cassandra couldn't explain them, just knew they were there. They could detect things. To be honest, Cassandra knew barely anything of their capibilities, but they comforted her. They were the more controllable side of her gift, sensible and useful. Not the raging power that just wanted freedom, bursting from her without any restriction. That, she was terrified of. But anyway, the sparks understood what she needed and darted away into the ruins, lost from Cassy's sight. She waited.
But it was only minutes before they returned. There was a heat source not far off, but it was large. It was probably a shop, thought Cassy. Stupid to leave it's heating on. Another one not far from what used to be her school. It was different. It was the right size this time, and was moving. She smiled to herself, and the sparks returned to her fingers. She set off at a walk. Whoever it was was walking this way. At last, another human. At least, she thought so. Some of the gifts didn't leave much human left after they'd be given. She shuddered and pushed the thought from her mind.
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Post by Nick on Dec 5, 2008 15:51:08 GMT -5
"Oh, I love fishes cuz they're so delicioussss!" White sang as he deposited a large amount of Goldfish into his cart along with a great deal of juice, some blocks of chocolate, and several dozen bottles of beer. "Gone Gold-Fishin'!"
He'd already gone through the cash registers, breaking them open. Sadly much of the money had been gone...apparently the store had been abandoned in a hurry. Perhaps there'd been a superpowered human here only a few hours ago!...ah, whatever. Free food, free beer, free cash!
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