Marik

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Hi, and welcome back. We're actually starting to wrap up Season 1 and move over to starting a Season 2, as evident with all the FRESH meat, but you're still welcome to use this time to get reconnected with your PC and the feel for it again. There's a few rps currently going on and I think some notable time has passed since your absence.

@Fallenreaper

Great, I'll do some reading up on what's gone down in the IC, and if I feel like I can fit something in then I'll post, but it might be just as good for me to wait for this second season.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

How is everyone anyway? Do we need to do a role call? I'd honestly rather not be a part of another sinking ship. It seems like it's just @Hjalti, @Doc Doctor, and I that are posting, which might be unfair to @Kalas, @Assallya, and @Slendy, who have posted but not had anyone interact with them. Is there something we can do to get you guys more involved? And @Queentze, if you need help running this then I’d be more than happy to offer my services as a Co-GM.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I think I’d like to come back and join this RP again after my previous hiatus, and I don’t really feel like wasting my time on other RP’s that might just die within the first week. My character wasn't around long enough to get entrenched into the story, so it shouldn't be too hard jumping back in.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

Here's a few NPC's. Also adding that Ash is weak to holy objects, because that just makes sense.

Samuel Lamar Blane

Name: Samuel Lamar Blane

Alias: Big-Bad-Wolf-9000

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Faction: Rogue, formerly a member of the Skyscraper Vipers

History: Born in the projects of Miami, Florida, Samuel is the closest friend Ashley Bailey ever had. He served as a lieutenant in a street gang called the Skyscraper Vipers from high school onwards, and brought Bailey into the fold soon after she dropped out. Intelligent and calculating, Samuel was in charge of handling the Vipers finances and worked heavily on coordinating operations. Samuel was also tasked with getting information on Necro when they first surfaced, and ultimately blames himself for sending Ashley undercover and putting her soul in the clutches of Leviathan. He departed the Vipers with Ashley after Necro fell in order to stake it out on their own as a duo. When Ash was captured by ARGO, Samuel went into hiding, but eventually made his way to Lonchwell with the intent to break his friend out of ICF. He currently lives with his cousin in Mountain View, and has gained notoriety as a hacker under the online persona of Big-Bad-Wolf-9000.

Equipment: Owns one 10mm pistol with stainless steel finish, one switchblade, and an expensive laptop that he does most of his work on.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Somewhat skilled with firearms, proficient hacker.

Weakness: Samuel has fairly good to neutral morality, he’s not comfortable with murdering individuals, especially innocents. Very much a perfectionist; when things he plan go wrong, it wounds his pride. Allergic to peanuts.

Relationships: Best friends with Ashley Bailey. On good terms with his cousin, Tracy Legrand.

Extra: Basically intended to be Ash's informant and tech specialist that guides her along on missions.

Leviathan

Name: Leviathan

Alias: Lord of Blood, Bane of the Sea

Age: Ancient

Gender: Male

Species: Demon

Faction: Rogue

History: Leviathan is one of the demon lords that rule over hell, with his domain being the massive blood oceans that boil evil souls to cinder. He was released onto the earth long ago by a dastardly ritual, and tormented sailors of the Atlantic Ocean until he was banished back to hell by a sect of monster hunters. Leviathan resurfaced again not too long ago with the help of the cult named Necro, but currently lives in hiding as he bides his time and amasses power.

Equipment: N/A

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: His six arms give him great strength, and the serpent is agile, even more so in water. His scales are like thick steel plating, and his blood boils, so it can burn what it touches. Leviathan is only around ten feet in height, but is able to grow larger the more blood he ingests.

Weakness: Weak against blessed items and items of religious significance, especially holy water. Sunlight dries him, so the demon is only able to venture onto land at night, or in areas that the sun doesn’t shine. Weak against fire.

Relationships: Retains control over the soul of Ashley Bailey, making her a servant of Leviathan.

Extra: Intended to be an antagonist in Ash's storyline.

Jace Bronston

Name: Jace Bronston

Alias: N/A

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Faction: ARGO

History: Jace Bronston is a man with a checkered past. Brought up in various low income areas of New York City, it was quite easy for him to fall into the wrong crowd. As a young man, he made money as a Rogue and worked for several big crime families in order to support his wife and three children. Jace was a trailblazer; he worked fast and left the rules to the wayside. His devil may care attitude eventually made him anger a prominent mob boss, and the Mafioso put a hit on Bronston’s children in order to send a message. After the deaths of Jace’s children, his wife filed for divorce and his life fell into shambles. He reluctantly joined ARGO years later after the organization approached him for his talents. He worked up the ranks and searched for information on the man that killed his children in his free time, eventually leading him to the skyscraper the mob boss operated out of. Using his wits and determination, Jace worked his way up the tower and got the revenge he deserved. Now Jace spends his middle years training ARGO recruits and interrogating captured rogues, but will occasionally go out on particularly dangerous assignments.

Equipment: One silenced 9mm pistol, one high caliber SMG, flashbangs and smoke grenades, a wrist mounted grappling hook, nunchucks, a set of lockpicks.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Trained in various styles of martial arts, expert marksman, merciless interrogator, able to speak in English, Spanish, French, and Russian.

Weakness: Jace is getting older, so he’s not in prime condition. He’s privy to bouts of rage at mention of his children, and is a recovering alcoholic who’s afraid of falling back into that pit of depression if he ever drank again. He’s afraid of getting too close to individuals after being burned by so many people.

Relationships: N/A

Extra: Just a character I made up on the spot. Use as you wish.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

With no effort the man managed to send the droid flying. Just how easy it seemed to be was what surprised Ashley the most. A bewildered look came over her face and she shifted her gaze from the scrappy Übermensch to the wall bound robot. “Damn, nice hit.” Frankly, Ash was just happy she wasn’t on the receiving end on that kick. It was clear that this fight was far from over however, considering that the guard bot still looked operational. If they were lucky, maybe some of its interior electronics got displaced when it crashed into that metal slab of a wall, but that was just wishful thinking more than anything.

No matter. Nobody ever said that breaking out of a prison made for super criminals would be easy. Finding her claws inadequate, Ashley retracted them and made something a bit more viable, a slugger fit for the baseball diamond. With a demented smirk, the girl muttered, “Batter up.” And scanned the area for potential targets. She came to notice the actual flesh and blood individual in an Illwood Correctional uniform and gave her already red lips a lick at the sight of fresh blood covering his flesh. Daydreams of caving his skull in, spattering his brains on the walkway, and licking the residue from his corpse littered her mind. It had been so long since she’d had a good drink after all.

Only when her companion mentioned that this man may have powers did Ashley consider that maybe attacking the guard outright might be a bad idea. “Maybe he has tricks up his sleeve, but maybe he’s just average? What do you think, I doubt he’d be able to take us both down…”

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

I think we are waiting on you to post and then I will move on, also getting back from a Vegas trip so I will be updating a lot over the next few days so if there is anything you guys wanna see pm me.

@Queentze

Might be a good idea to continue just for the sake of keeping things moving. These things sometimes have a tendency to stop if things get too stagnant, and there's always room for others to catch up if they actually show up.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

@Marik

Oh fuck. I think I'll retcon the last part where he escapes with a hostage.

@Doc Doctor

I really liked your post by the way, that shit gave me a good laugh and I’m very interested to see where you take your character in this story.

Everyone else is turning out pretty nicely as well; all these characters seem to be psychopaths and I can’t help but think we’ll all be tearing each other to pieces before the end of this.

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

“Hey?” Ash’s head darted to the side after hearing that booming shout, meeting eyes with one of the other convicts that was intended to escape this cage. The guard looked from the girl to the scruffy looking man and back again, as if trying to process which of the two was the bigger threat in this scenario. Then more and more variables entered the equation and while the guard robot had decided to try and pacify Ashley after all, its target was distracted by all the flashy entrances and brawls taking place without realizing that she’d be entering one herself very soon.

“Jesus, you really fucked tha…” One punch, right to the face; Ashley couldn’t be any more bug-eyed than when the metal fist of that guard collided, sending her falling backwards right onto the hard ground, face first. A moment passed and it seemed as if that blow had knocked the girl out, but her own fist began pounding the ground, while her other hand shakenly cupped her nose, which was broken and now spilling blood. “Shit, shit, fuck, shit, God damn it!” A series of curses escaped Ashley’s now blood covered mouth as she thrashed about on the ground, and while she was in terrible pain, she knew that this was probably the best thing that could have happened.

An observer would notice that the blood almost seemed to have a mind of its own as it trickled down her face, mostly because it moved in an unnatural manner. That is to say at one point, it actually started to defy gravity and crawl up Ash’s face in order to cover more of her flesh. It ran down her neck, covering everything under her orange jumpsuit and eventually appeared running down her arms until they too were covered, almost seeming to look like a pair of gloves. On her face, it formed a mask that covered the upper half of her face and ran down the sides, eventually connecting with the blood that had formed on her neck. This was Krimson, a person that could articulate her blood as easily as one could their fingers.

Speaking of, Ashley’s bloody digits came to a point, almost resembling claws. She returned to her feet and stared down the guard-bot with a clear scowl. There would be hell to pay, but the robot was ready. He threw another punch, but Bailey had the foresight to duck under this one. She countered with a slash of her hand, running her homemade claws across the guards torso; a hit, but it only left red scratch marks. The guard-bot must have detected the slight damage, because it seemed to switch to overdrive; the thing began to throw a flurry of punches, which caused Ashley to do all she could think to do, back away. Her eyes darted to the homeless-esque man that had drawn her attention in the beginning of all this with an expecting gaze. “Wanna give me a hand with this guy?!”

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

Wait, is Donny not with the other group? It seems like he’s got his own thing going on. Also, regarding hostile NPC’s, are we allowed to control the small fries like the prison guards, or will every hostile NPC need to be controlled by you Queentze?

Seeing a person live for the first time in years this weekend

Wait, you haven’t had human contact in years?