The Kingdom of Pallaviel has stood in the southern reaches of the continent of Iedda for centuries, fighting off threats of the merciless and greedy. It has suffered great tragedy and great triumph.
You know it well. It has been your home for your entire life. Several years ago the village you lived in, Ardenfeld, was attacked by a coalition of bandits with particular iconography. You were a child then and survived by the skin of your teeth, hiding with your friends. When the smoke cleared you were all orphaned. You parted ways, though you kept in touch as each of you found yourselves part of a new life and creed but none of you forgot the bandits who robbed you of your childhood and your families.
Ten years later, on the anniversary of the massacre, as adults, you reunite in a tavern on the road named The Lying Wolverine. As you will soon learn, your shared bond will start you on a path of great adventure. This is not a single story reflecting that but many.
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
_________________________________________________________ Kara-El / Linda L. Danvers _________________________________________________________ Superhero | 27 | The Justice League _________________________________________________________ Metropolis | Delaware | United States of America
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C O D E X ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Acolytes Originally led by her father, the Acolytes are the people she knew the best and helped her hone her powers before she defected to Charles Xavier's X-Men.
◼ X-Factor Lorna has quietly been building up a proposal for a secondary response team with her pinned as the leader. She's not sure Charles will go for it, but given the right scenario, she might not have to.
◼ X-Men Charles Xavier's central mutant counterterrorist response team. Lorna served as a member between 2017 and 2022. Technically still pinned as a "reserve member" Lorna knows when she's been replaced, hard not to when there's a literal teenager taking her spot now. -
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◼ Beast (Hank McCoy) Lorna and Beast have had their misgivings, though she still respects Hank as he has taught her a lot in the past. His pragmatic intellectual side is often paired with a warm cheerfulness that Lorna finds helpful and she considers him a part of the family she really never had.
◼ Cyclops (Scott Summers) Given how close Scott’s brother and Lorna were before he switched sides, there was always bound to be some kind of relationship between Lorna and Scott. Lorna blamed herself for not being able to stop Alex and Scott made sure she didn’t blame herself for long. Ever the optimist, but sometimes a little naive and stubborn, Scott is one of the people from the team that Lorna still could consider a close friend.
◼ Havok (Alexander Summers) Probably the person barring her father that Lorna has been close to in her life. Unfortunately, he's serving out his sentence in The Raft.
◼ Marvel Girl (Jean Grey) Lorna’s Best Friend. The first one to welcome her to the team and the only one who never gave up trying to reach her when she was on the other side. In many ways she’s like an older sister (not that much older though!) and is probably the person Lorna talks to the most even with her removal from the team. She is concerned about Lorna’s obvious bitterness, though.
◼ Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) TBD
◼ Professor X (Charles Xavier) Professor Charles Xavier. The world’s leading expert on the X-Gene and founder of the X-Men. Lorna hates him; admires him; respects him. She isn’t sure if he’s a master manipulator or not, but her relationship with Xavier… is always strained, especially when you consider Lorna’s perspective. She’ll listen to him, but there are limits.
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T I M E L I N E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ 2014 Erik Lehnsherr intervenes in an incident that manifests Lorna's x-gene. He tells her he is the father she has not seen in years. It starts off their rocky relationship, but she agrees to go with him.
◼ 2017 Charles Xavier convinces her she is the only one who could bring her father down to earth and stop innocent lives from being taken. She is conflicted, but eventually this escalates into a standoff with her father and she joins the X-Men.
◼ 2018 M-Day Occurs. Her father reminds her he has more control over his mutant abilities than she does. Havok, who had fostered a relationship with her, snaps and stops her father from enacting his plans. The remaining Acolytes are imprisoned at The Raft.
◼ 2022 Xavier removes Polaris from the X-Men team, claiming she needs to lead the younger students as well as take a break. She takes this poorly, but remains at the school. -
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The planet Linda Lee-Anne Danvers was originally born on was known as Krypton, a planet that was on the verge of collapse. Her name was Kara.
Her father, Zor-El, was a scientist who had been attempting to prepare a route to safely save his species but even through his support by his brother, Jor-El, they found themselves at an impassable point as the ruling government of Krypton continued to deny that their planet was dying. When the final days finally reared their head, Krypton was in chaos, but the two brothers found themselves realizing the dark reality of the situation – they may have been able to procure enough illegal resources to build their escape but as the planet was caving in around them they only found enough time to save their children and not themselves.
Unfortunately, Kara and her cousin’s journey to their destination was not as idyllic as their parents would’ve hoped. A large interstellar anomaly interfered with the accuracy of the spacecraft’s navigation systems – though it could’ve been much, much worse. Avoiding being trapped in the storm for several light years, Kara’s pod soon approached the planet Earth, though she wouldn’t be awake to witness her abrupt, violent landing. When she came to she found herself in a room she did not recognize with a bandage on her head. The words her father spoke to her on Krypton became clouded and hard to remember; she didn’t even remember her name. Despite an immense language barrier between her and the woman who found her, she found herself less alone. She was eight years old.
Her appearance in the woods of western Delaware, as weird as it was, ended up being what saved her from a lifetime of scientific experimentation, military ownership, and indoctrination. The woman who she had locked eyes with upon waking had been a retired physician. Despite not knowing English, she began her recovery with her and her husband. These two people ended up becoming who she would come to call her parents. Eventually, the two came up with a name for Kara until she could remember her own. From the age of eight onward, Kara’s life became a topic of confusion for her. The memories of her old life, her birth parents, and her mission was clouded, only ever coming to her in her dreams and nightmares. For the longest time she could not remember Krypton, though she never had any long-lasting allusions that she was normal. By nine years old she was climbing the tallest tree in the Redden State Forest; by twelve she was running faster than any automobile or train she had ever seen. She could feel her powers growing and at first she thought she was a “mutant”. Her father refused to let the notion scare her and told her while there was nothing wrong with being a metahuman that she wasn’t one. It was a strange conversation hearing about her “pod” and how she came down from outer space, but as she heard it the more it made sense.
It made more sense as she visited the “pod” that her father had kept hidden away in an abandoned silo near his property. Slowly, in her senior year at Midvale High School, she began piecing things together. Eventually, her name came back to her and found herself traveling across the world to find more answers. Perhaps in the process she would find a way to balance college and protecting people with her abilities.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
With this game focusing heavily on the mutant conflicts what I want to do here is tap into that. With a few friends asking me to make a mutant-oriented character to help bounce off of them, I’ve also taken a long look at the mutant lore presented as well as other active characters. I think Polaris is the right fit for me here. If I can coordinate with the Havok player there’s some personalized stuff to handle, but I can also engage with the active X-Men team in scenes where both of us are present, so there’s that.
Overall, this is more of a reactive character than a solo character – but I do have plans for forming X-Factor, coming to blows with The Purifiers, the Brotherhood of Mutants, and other antagonists. I won’t just be waiting to see what is happening. If the RP is lively, I can collaborate and contribute.
On an alien planet in a near-but-distant future, humanity begins anew.
It’s funny how the tides change due to one simple miscalculation. Several months ago you finally got accepted to be lifted up to Project Eden–a planetary exploration and resettlement initiative established by the governments of the Planet Earth. To finally reach out into the cosmos and try to temper the dangers of the greater galaxy while Earth comes closer-and-closer to its final days. You don’t know it yet, but you joining this initiative? It will be the best thing you’ve ever done. The trials, anxieties, and politics that come with starting a new colony will be tough, but with a ‘golden world’ so close to your fingertips, why would you pass up on the opportunity?
Earth Date 04-03-2857.
That’s what the console of the Earth Federation Star Vessel Olendda reads as clear as day.
The date that the crew members and its clientele were supposed to arrive to a new destination, a “golden world”, a planet denoted to be the perfect place for a new contingent of humanity to settle. A Terra Nova.
But this is no Terra Nova.
Planet B3-71002, codenamed “Ekkonaor”, is an Earth-like Terrestrial Planetoid on the edge of the galaxy. And that’s it–that’s all that’s recorded about it. A name, planet type, and a bunch of numbers. The colonists and star vessel staff know one thing, though: they are going to learn a lot more about it very soon. With the crew of the Olendda awoken to the ship caught in the middle of an uncharted asteroid storm, they are forced to accept the situation and rotate to the escape pods of the vessel before the empty void of space swallows them whole.
R A N D Y ⚓ 2 8 ⚓ N B A P O I N T G U A R D ⚓ J I M M Y T A T R O ⚓ F F B F 0 0
And I can't take much more of this We're all so wrapped up in it Nothing will change but the channels So I turn it off
Summary: Randall “Randy” Batteux is a professional basketball player who plays Point Guard for the Brooklyn Nets. Drafted in 2015 late in the first round, he started out his career as a back-up on several teams before coming into his own after an increase in playing time.
Family: The middle child in a dynastic family of politicians and entrepreneurs, Randy is fortunate he has the good fortune of being an athlete to avoid the shadow of big expectations and even greater responsibilities. Sarah and Joshua have followed their father into the family traditions at the largest equity group in the state of Florida.
High School Experience: Where to begin with Randy’s time at King’s Academy? Most would probably point to the state championship match against Montverde Academy, where it seemed like Randy was possessed by Michael Jordan. It’s probably the only memorable thing he achieved during his time at the school. Well, memorably good, anyway. Truth is, Randy didn’t think about how he treated people. He was seen as somewhere between egotistical athlete and stereotypical dudebro idiot.
Life Leading Up To Reunion: Randy had a few handful of offers from D1 and D2 schools, seen as a “undersized shooting guard” schools weren’t sure if he could make the jump to point guard successfully. He did. To many’s surprise.
Randy was taken twenty-eighth (Boston Celtics) in the 2015 NBA Draft following a serviceable two years at Syracuse University. The Celtics would hold him for his rookie year before trading him to the Chicago Bulls where he would stay for two years. He was traded in his final year of his rookie contract, all playing back-up to other star point guards. He never complained, though his antics were often mocked on social media. Following his lone year in Houston he signed a two year deal with the Brooklyn Nets. Due to “external factors” he signed with the San Antonio Spurs which is where he has been playing as a starting point guard since 2021.
The Celtics would hold him for his rookie year before trading him to the Chicago Bulls where he would stay for two years. He was traded in his final year of his rookie contract, all playing back-up to other star point guards. He never complained, though his antics were often mocked on social media. Following his lone year in Houston he signed a two year deal with the Brooklyn Nets. Due to “external factors” he signed with the San Antonio Spurs which is where he has been playing as a starting point guard since 2021. The world is starting to notice he’s a starting caliber point guard. Hopefully it sticks.
He feels like it will.
Overall, Randy likes the lifestyle. He’s always liked to travel and he’s pretty much in a different city at a given time. He has taken on the “class clown” persona he had in High School to a new level on NBA twitter. You can usually find him making jokes, emojis, and other things that have nothing to do with basketball. He also calls out his old teammates at King’s Academy often. This seems to annoy Kenny Price the most for some reason.
Years ago, I told myself I’d see them. For real. But on Solomar, that’s the kind of thing that gets you laughed at. Kicked into the dirt. Because it’s a delusion. Something that can’t be done.
Because the Empire won’t let us leave.
FOREWARD:
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SETTING:
Earth Date 04-03-2857.
That’s what the console of the Earth Federation Star Vessel Olendda reads as clear as day.
Lorna Dane sighs, as the words of the prison guard swung at her like a well placed punch to the stomach.
She thought she’d be used to it by now, but by all consideration she had been having a pretty shitty ten months. She had no love for the bought-and-paid-for prison monkeys, or their comments and prying eyes that latched onto her like magnets.
“I bet it gets real lonely, huh?” The man chirps again. His uniform tags read ‘H. Taylor’. He’s unkempt, the kind of guy that would say something to a girl to make her run as far away as she possibly can. She can’t stand him, even after years of dealing with his remarks about her, Alex, or mutants in general. He’s a racist. He fits right in with the rest of The Raft’s detail. “Man, you’re some girl. Loyal. When are you going to give up on him?”
“Never.”
It had been five years since M-Day, the incident that still had its claws deep inside of her.
Her father, the mutant extremist known as Magneto, had initiated an attack that had ended with his capture and that of all of his accomplices. This included that of her boyfriend, Alex Summers, or as the world knew him: Havok.
The Raft had been built to hold mutants like them. People who were too dangerous for civilized society. People who technically, by legal definition were not ‘human’ so were not privy to ‘human rights’. That was the quiet part that nobody, not even her mentor, Charles Xavier, wanted to talk about. The United States Government hadn’t exactly labeled mutants as non-human, but they hadn’t exactly subjected them to normal due process either. To Lorna, her fathers talk about Nazi Germany echoed in her mind every single time she thought about it and politicians like Robert Kelly or anti-mutant militias like The Purifiers only made the worries cycle faster and louder.
“I wonder what it's like for you. Knowing that he might not ever be cleared for release. Knowing you put him here.”
She didn’t. Not technically. But the words still cut.
M-Day was a battle for the soul of mutantkind. Were they the vicious terrorists that people like Senator Robert Kelly painted them as?, or were they defenders of humanity and mutantkind alike like Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy insisted?
It all climaxed in a final battle between her and her father. Their powers were the same, though their masteries were not at all alike. In an emotional rage she had not quite seen ever, her aloof father had tried to show her how big the gap between their powers were. She still didn’t know if he would’ve killed her, but Alex, who had switched to his side like she had once switched to Xavier’s, saved her. In a way it saved their relationship, vindicating all of her efforts to change his mind. He could’ve avoided his imprisonment in The Raft then and there, but he felt too guilty and desired to face the consequences of joining up with Magneto in the first place. She screamed and cried, but in the end it didn’t matter.
The public story was Polaris and the other X-Men stopped Magneto and the Acolytes. They didn’t know the details.
“I know you like tormenting mutants, but could you do me a solid and fuck off?”
Guardsman Taylor laughs, Lorna grits her teeth and sighs.
This visit was nearing Alex’s re-evaluation period. They probably were not going to give it to him, but that was the thing about hope–they liked dangling it in front of people.
But if somehow Xavier had enough pull that Havok could be released into his care, there’s still a piece of her inside that doubts it’d work. Her relationship had been strained by Alex’s decision and society’s reaction to her–to mutantkind, but if it was another five years she would continue to do as she had done for the last five: every single month she would make sure she saw Alex face-to-face, or behind a sheet of glass, whatever it was, until he was clear and free.
That was her promise to herself.
“Alex…” she mutters, as she sits down in the visiting room, surrounded by guards, waiting for him to finally reach her. “...where are you?”
A Z O M B I E S U R V I V A L RP A Z O M B I E S U R V I V A L RP
This is NOT happening.
Objectively speaking here, as the most accomplished person at Stockbridge High, the entire prospect of ‘zombie apocalypse’ is nigh impossible. It’s fiction. Allegories for society, politics, public health, and the distrust between people in general. It’s not real. It can’t be real. I wish it wasn’t real. But it is.
I should’ve known it was bad when the teachers told us we weren’t going home two weeks ago. That CDC had flagged our homes as host to a dangerous pathogen that needed to be rooted out. Our rights went out the window from there and the school went into super lockdown–the state of emergency that investors and the school board signed off on when the point of discussion about school shooters came up. Turns out, a school shooter would be a good distraction right about now.
Not that they would do much against the entire 9th Grade Class being infected.
We were in the auditorium when it became clear that somehow, that sickness the CDC was worried about decided not to be outside anymore. I’ve never seen someone die before, let alone seen a half-a-dozen 9th graders turn into feral animals in a snap. Mr. Toolsey was an idiot and nobody (and I mean nobody) liked him, but nobody deserves to go out like that. After seeing all of that? Well, everyone ran. The infected got who they got and I’m still thinking about all of the teachers that followed in Mr. Toolsey’s example and those that didn’t try to protect any of us. Hard to blame anyone in a state of emergency, but now I know Mr. Jeffries is willing to throw us on the floor to save his own skin.
Not that I did much better. I found the first classroom to hide in and didn’t look back. A small handful of students are here with me and I can’t even fathom what we are all going to do.
All I know is we have to find a way to reverse the lockdown and get out of here. Even if the world is fucked, I’d rather be out there than stuck in here. - Hera González-Jones
For the last three decades, the Stockbridge Academy for Higher Learning & the Arts has been the pride and joy of the State of Michigan.
Initially seen as just another roundabout attempt at creating another new age private school to prey upon the growing dissent toward public schooling, Stockbridge has become a name that is known nationwide despite its humble roots in the folksy suburbs of eastern Michigan.
Perhaps a lot of the school’s success has been on its investors, but the current Principal and Headmaster, William R. Nielsen, Jr., insists that the prestige comes from the success of its students and not that of its board of investors that have helped provide most of the top shelf academic facilities. A distinct athletics program has even allowed students interested in golf, football, basketball, soccer, hockey, baseball, and softball to have the opportunity to play their sport of choice and compete competitively at a state-level. A few state championships deck the trophy case at the front of the main building before the administrative offices.
As of the present date, Stockbridge provides quality education for grades six-to-twelve with various outreach programs, partnerships, and scholarships. You do not need to be “the best of the best” to get into Stockbridge. All you need is potential to show the world that the best was inside you all along. It is for this reason that the teaching staff of the multiple departments are as varied as any other. As a member of this faculty it is your responsibility to bring out the best of your students. Some notable members of this teaching staff have come from the finest universities in the world, though others are from less finer distinctions, of lesser colleges and even community ones. Imperfection can often lead to the best results.
Stockbridge’s facilities are varied, though principally based on a repurposed (and modernized!) structure near the center of the city of Alpena Heights.
As the story goes, Alpena and Alpena Heights transformed from townships to cities in the early sixties, similar to other major fixtures of the downriver area. With a population of around 13,000, The City of Alpena Heights prides itself in keeping itself down-to-earth and locally-grown. Common public areas include a fruit market, older theater (that has since been renovated into a community center), metropolitan park, and a mall. Basically, its the boring picture of the idyllic middle class.
- Shelter is a small group collaborative story focusing on a group of High School Students from Stockbridge Academy as a zombie outbreak occurs at their school at the tail-end of the Michigan Winter Season in 2023.
- In Part 1, players may create characters who are any composition of trope, class, or determination. A fourteen-year-old freshman is just as fair game as a eighteen-year-old senior. Players are encouraged to figure out how their character interacted pre-outbreak.
- The location of Alpena Heights is a fictional determination, but it is loosely based on the metro suburbs of Detroit such as Dearborn Heights, Farmington Hills, Wyandotte, Woodhaven, and Royal Oak.
- Players are expected to be productive and hold each other accountable in terms of activity. The posting expectations is two weeks to maintain activity, though communication of availability is also paramount. GMs do not play by special rules. They are expected to communicate and be active as well.
- Writing Level should be consider middle-of-the-pack Casual. Flexible, but not too time consuming. A focus on character and substance will be more important in character review than extensive composition and exposition.
- Keep drama to the minimum and keep in line with site policy. No Emmanuelle Arsan novels, please.
- Faceclaims are to be based on real actors rather than anime or artistic renditions.
- Applications in OOC in a hider. Accepted ones in CHAR without a hider.
Eli closed his eyes in front of his opponent, channeling the latent energy from his soul as his aura became apparent to even those who were not magically inclined. It flashed in hues of gold and crimson and as the water-forged blade struck him they instantly evaporated into steam upon striking him. His smile dropped, a tone of disappointment lingering over his words. He had hoped that when he arrived he could get by on all of his skill and none of his gods-gained talent. None of the magic that he resented so much.
“I was born underneath a shooting star, you know.” He uttered matter-of-factly as he reopened his eyes, “Since you want to tarry with magic, should I show you mine? Or would you prefer we keep this a skill-based contest?”
His query felt ominous in some way.
There was a smell to it as his aura returned back to its natural, non-visible form.
“You could also choose to drop your weapon and give up now. Save me the time. Not that I care either way. As long as I get a good fight, it would be fun for me.”
