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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

@McFazzer, ferromancy?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I imagine a lot of the other supers would be wary of your character though, Boboclown. No one likes the guy who is a walking power dampener.

Dreamweavers

Sorry it's a little late, but the IC's first post is now posted. For all of your first posts I'm just looking for some time inside their dreams and then them waking up. If you want you can continue a little bit into the school day, just don't go too far.

Aaron and Everine are in 7th grade and are in the same class, Lucas is in 8th grade at the same school, Darien is in 5th at the elementary school, and Risa is home schooled so there's some more freedom there. If you want anything changed just say so.

Dreamweavers

Dreamweavers OOC

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Arc One: Sleeping Gods
Interest Check

A white hawk with a black hooked beak and silver eyes and talons ripped apart a squirrel in a tree just outside the wall of the Unnamed City. Beneath its gaze a merchant’s caravan pulled up to the guard station and stopped to be checked by the silver-armored knights. As the hawk took off into the air its gaze expanded to cover the city beyond the wall. Miles and miles of rooftops filled with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of citizens, each one meticulously born of the godking’s flesh and soul. But nothing inside the wall held a candle to the godking’s palace.

In the center of the Unnamed City stood an immense pillar of white marble that rose a thousand feet into the air, far above the rooftops of the highest buildings of the city. There was a castle atop the pillar, but compared to the pillar itself the castle appeared mundane by comparison. The only opening or remarkable feature visible from below was the single balcony jutting out from the castle’s topmost floor. That would be the throne room of this world’s ruling god.

The white hawk flapped once and flew into the city, circling lazily over the heads of the active citizens at the market before shooting down a side street towards the city’s center. The bird fell through the air like a peregrine falcon parallel to the ground. Only one person below looked up to take notice of the animal: a young girl in a black and violet ceremonial dress.

The hawk shot towards the pillar and then straight up its side with impossible speed. As it shot past the balcony railing its feathers shifted into cloth and its shape into that of a human boy. Aaron stood in the air above his palace for a moment before allowing himself to fall onto the balcony floor. His long, thin wings of black flames extinguished as they faded from his back. His long, white robes dragged on the marble floor as he walked across the throne room towards his seat.

No sooner had the godking sat down than did a girl enter the room. It was the same girl that had seen him pass over the market. The girl showed no sign of fear or reverence towards the god as she looked into his black eyes that appeared impossibly dark surrounded by ivory white skin. Everything about the god was either pitch black or pure white, perfectly monochrome. Most would have been strangled by the very air pressure that surrounded him, but she was not. Even if he sometimes hated her in the waking world, Aaron would never bring himself to harm his twin sister, whose image and voice this girl in his dream wore. He’d even given her the same name.

“Emily.” The godking’s voice was an overlay of many different voices all speaking the same thing at once, but one was always slightly clearer than the others. That voice would be Aaron’s.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Stop talking like that,” she demanded.

“Is this better?” Aaron asked in his normal voice, that of a single young boy. Very few citizens of his world dared speak to him, let alone make demands of him. But he hadn’t been able to make someone who looked like his sister conform to his rules. Of all his world’s citizens, she was most like her real world basis.

“Yes, it is. So how was your day?”

There it was, the question he both looked forward to and dreaded. But he was safe inside his head, which meant he could say anything he wanted without ridicule. Aaron sighed before saying, “It was terrible. The teacher always asks me the hardest questions. She knows I won’t know the answer, she just wants to make the others laugh at me. I hate her.”

Emily was silent as her god complained about his waking day. When he was finally done ranting about every possible thing wrong with school and peers and life in general, she started to laugh. After a moment, he was laughing as well. Here he was complaining about teachers when he was the god of an entire universe. Though she annoyed him to no end in the waking world, for some reason it was always her who made him feel better in his dream world.

The transition away from them talking about various things was sudden, Aaron feeling no reason to experience the rest of the day as time passing. In the blink of an eye the day was over, the sun set behind distant mountains, Emily gone to do whatever she did when he had no need of her. She may have simply disappeared, something Aaron speculated his citizens sometimes did when he wasn’t there to see them.

Aaron recreated his wings and flew out over his darkened city, many windows dark for the night, just as many still lit up for those who may or may not even exist inside. He left his city behind to fly to a barren wasteland on the other side of the world. It was time for some fun.

The godking’s wings faded as he created a black sword to use. Opposite him a massive beast was taking shape. It looked like a wolf, but it was made of what looked like inky smoke, and its eyes shone out blood red in the night’s darkness. When it was fully made, the beast let out a wolf-like howl. Aaron smiled and charged at the creature.

The beast somehow dodged away from Aaron’s sword, and a shadowy protrusion from the creature’s side shaped into a snake that struck out at him. Falling beneath the serpent’s deadly fangs, Aaron used the gun that hadn’t been in his hand a second ago to shoot up through the snake’s head. It faded to nothing, but the beast was still there. It used the momentary distraction to close its teeth around the godking’s leg. Emptying the gun into the beast’s face did nothing, so Aaron switched back to the sword and cut his own leg off to free himself. The leg rebuilt itself as soon as he was free.

Aaron wasted the rest of the night fighting the black beast, the beast wounding him fatally many times while he avoided dealing any finishing blows. After what felt like hours of back and forth, Ian felt a slight pressure on his body. He was slipping out of the deep sleep where he got to play god. The black beast was frozen as Aaron held it still, and then it simply exploded, their fight over for tonight.

The godking zoomed out until he could see his entire world, and then he closed his fingers around it and it vanished. The dark backdrop of endless space lightened until Aaron opened his eyes to the far-too-bright morning sunlight. Aaron rolled over and covered his face with his pillow. Why did he have to wake up? He hated the waking world. His sister barging into his room to force him awake didn’t put Aaron into any better a mood.

“Get off of me, Emily!” Aaron shoved his twin sister off of his bed.

“Mom, Aaron is yelling at me again!”

“Shut up!” He made to throw his pillow at her head, but she sidestepped it and ducked out the door in a flash. Why did she annoy him so much? Couldn’t she be more like how she was in his dream? The real world was so much worse than the one he’d made.

[10/4/14 7:35AM]

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I found an image that is 100% perfect for Saint (as in I had to have seen the picture before and imagined Saint to look exactly like it or something). StephenRouse, could you add it onto his sheet?

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Dreamweavers

Okay, the OP has been updated with the accepted characters. I had a hard time deciding who would and wouldn't make the cut, but in the end I just went with my gut and what I felt would best match the tone of the story I have planned. This is only the initial wave of characters for this RP, so if anyone wants to join later on I can put you on a list for me to message when the RP is open again.

I am currently working on the first IC post, but I can't guarantee that it will be posted tonight.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I could see Saint as any of the groups, but the one that I see him most as is a mercenary. That's the only option that would let him turn down distasteful tasks.

Dreamweavers

Could you give me an example of what you mean by him fighting his subconscious in the dream?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I'm interested in joining this.

Silas Varia

Name: Silas Varia
Alias(s): Saint
Age: 34
Affiliations: This will come later.
Description: Silas stands slightly taller than most, with a mane of unruly black hair that goes down to his neck and piercing reddish-brown eyes which he usually keeps behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He has pale skin and a lean, not very muscular, build. Silas is usually seen wearing a nice shirt and tie with long pants, almost always in black or dark gray. The entire look is tied together nicely by Silas’s omnipresent unhappy frown.

Powers: Imprinting – With a touch, Silas can imprint himself onto any object. Once imprinted, he has complete control over that object. The power manifests slightly differently depending on the imprinted object, but the power is generally constant. He can move the object without touching it, summon it to himself and himself to it, swap places with it, sense the area near the object, know the object’s location, make the object immune to destruction, alter the object’s properties, multiply or divide any force acting on the object, or drastically increase the object’s normal effectiveness, just to list some of the things his power allows Silas to do. Silas can only ever be imprinted onto one object at a time, and he must remove his imprint before placing a new one. When Silas removes an imprint, the object suffers a kickback which becomes worse depending on how the imprinted object has been used. If the object hasn’t been used or has been used for things it could normally be used for, then the kickback will be small and likely won’t cause much damage, but if Silas has used the object heavily and has used it for things it wouldn’t normally be able to be used for, then the kickback will be incredibly strong and destructive, likely destroying the imprinted object completely. Silas’s power does work on living things, including other people, but the full extent of his control over an imprinted person is undetermined.

Skills: Silas’s reaction speed and lightning-fast improvising are what he relies on from day to day or bad situation to worse situation, but he's no slouch when it comes to armed combat as well as unarmed. He is best with guns, handguns or rifles most of all, with knives and longer blades coming up in second. Silas's tendency of destroying any tool he uses for too long has made him good at picking up all sorts of weapons and quickly figuring out how to use them. The only marketable skills Silas has are being good with numbers and being unusually neat. The former led to him being an accountant for a time, and the latter landed him a short gig as a bartender. If you even want a drink made right, this is the guy you want making it.

Equipment: It changes regularly due to his power destroying anything he uses for long, but it’s usually safe to assume that he’ll have a gun or a blade of some sort on him.

Ranking: B

Brief History: I’ll work on it when the OOC is posted.

Dreamweavers

Mr X said
Similar to a story I was doing so I thought I'd jump in. Hope you don't mind :)
- CS Snip-

Of course I don't mind, I am sort of looking for people to join. I do suggest you read over the rules though, as you may find that your sheet is lacking something.

The only problem I have with your character is that his subconscious seems to be influencing his dreams far too much. The dreamer in this RP is in complete control of all things within their dream. Their subconscious couldn't influence their dream at all unless the dreamer actively pushes it onto the dream. For example, if a dreamer fell asleep in a terrible mood, the bright blue sky of their dream world wouldn't suddenly turn stormy, but it could if they made it. The difference between a dreamweaver and a normal person is their conscious control over the dream, meaning their subconscious has no part in it.