| -Over 1000 Years ago the Infinitum Treaty Is signed, all Earth Pantheons agreed not to directly meddle in the affairs of Mortals - Eighty Seven Years Ago: The first metahuman, The Sub-Mariner, is reported to exist on the front page of The Daily Star. The public is equally alarmed and intrigued, with more individuals with strange abilities emerging soon after. - Eighty Five Years Ago: With the threat of the Axis Powers on the rise in Europe, the machinations of HYDRA are first discovered by U.S. Intelligence. As Hitler amasses military power, Johann Schmidt seeks the Spear of Destiny to achieve world domination. - Eighty Three Years Ago: President Roosevelt is briefed on Operation Invader, recruiting American citizens with gifts beyond those of mortal men to battle HYDRA in the name of world peace. The Flash and Sentinel are the first two approached, while the military drafts Project: Rebirth as an alternative. Steve Rogers' transformation into Captain America is the only result of the project. - Eighty Years Ago: The Invaders, made up of Captain America, Bucky, The Flash, Human Torch, Sentinel, Namor, Wildcat, and Doctor Fate, drive Hitler's forces to enough of a standstill to allow Allied intervention. Hitler commits suicide and the Nazis surrender, ending the war. HYDRA attempts a final solution of their own, resulting in Schmidt's disappearance and the presumed deaths of Captain America and Bucky. - Seventy Five Years Ago: After disbandment following the war, the heroes Flash, Wildcat, and Sentinel reassemble the Invaders' remnants to train recruits in New York City. The Justice Society of America is founded in honor of Steve Rogers. -Twenty Seven Years Ago: A meteor shower above Smallville, Kansas, covers the crash of an alien spacecraft, leading to the adoption of Kal-El by Jonathan and Martha Kent. -Twenty-five Years Ago: Billionaire scion Oliver Queen returns to civilization to little fanfare after one year on a remote island. Green Arrow debuts in Star City. - Twenty Two Years Ago: The Sin-Cong War breaks out with the United States of America invading the People's Republic of Sin-Cong, officially to free the country from a tyrannical government but in reality to lay claim to the country's mysterious energy source known as the "Dragon Breath". -Nineteen Years Ago: Oliver Queen takes in the young Roy Harper as a favor to Roy’s grandfather, Big Bow. -Eighteen Years Ago: Green Arrow’s kid partner, Speedy, debuts. -Fourteen Years Ago: Oliver Queen loses his wealth after a prolonged legal battle with Queen Industries’ board that strips him of his position within the company. - Twelve Years Ago: Marc Spector enlists in the Marine Corps and serves a tour in Sin-Cong, eventually getting dishonorably discharged and becoming a mercenary. -Nine Years Ago: Oliver Queen is charged with treason in a terrorist attack on a U.S. Navy ship, accused of collaborating with Sin-Cong forces. His already tenuously-secret identity is plastered all over the worldwide news cycle as Green Arrow is branded a traitor. In the ensuing manhunt, he discovers he’s a patsy in a S.H.I.E.L.D. plot to maintain American presence in Sin-Cong. Before he can clear his name, the U.S. government exonerates him in a statement that blames the plot on “rogue actors”. - Eight Years Ago: Marc Spector meets Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp and Layla El-Faouly, two fellow mercenaries who he teams up with to become the "Karnak Cowboys". -Seven Years Ago: Oliver Queen meets Connor Hawke while staying at a zen monastery in Nappa Valley, eventually learning that Connor is his biological son. Months later, Ollie sacrifices himself to stop an ecofascist terror attack. Connor becomes Green Arrow in his stead. - Five Years Ago: Billionaire Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham City after ten years abroad. - Five Years Ago: Layla El-Faouly is killed and Marc Spector falls into a depression that leads to him working with Raoul Bushman, a ruthless mercenary. The two of them alongside Jean-Paul DuChamp raid an archaeological dig site on the Sudanese-Egyptian border. Bushman kills the dig crew's lead Dr. Peter Alraune and captures his daughter Marlene. Marc attempts to intervene but is in turn beaten half to death by Bushman who leaves him to die. Marc dies in the tomb under a statue of Khonshu and is resurrected by the god as his Fist of Vengeance. Marc returns to America with Frenchie and Marlene and operates in New York City as the vigilante Moon Knight. -Four Years Ago: Oliver Queen returns to life under mysterious circumstances. He meets Mia Dearden, a young survivor of human trafficking, and takes her under his wing. Star City becomes home to two Green Arrows after Ollie and Connor reunite. -Three Years Ago: Reports file in from Gotham City of illegal activities being thwarted by a mysterious creature, Sergeant James Gordon is assigned to investigate. -Two Years Ago: Clark Kent leaves Earth to discover more about his origins -Two Years Ago: Mia Dearden debuts as the second Speedy with Roy Harper’s blessing. - One Year Ago: Moon Knight has his final encounter with his nemesis Raoul Bushman that results in the vigilante, who was badly wounded in the fight, killing Bushman by cutting off his face. Moon Knight disappears from the public eye after this event. -Three Months Ago: The Blur returns to Metropolis, becoming known as Superman, fighting the alien bounty hunter, Lobo, above the city sky. - One Week Ago: Marc Spector resurfaces in Hub City as Mister Knight, opening the Midnight Mission. |
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The first metahuman, The Sub-Mariner, is reported to exist on the front page of The Daily Star. The public is equally alarmed and intrigued, with more individuals with strange abilities emerging soon after. With the threat of the Axis Powers on the rise in Europe, the machinations of HYDRA are first discovered by U.S. Intelligence. As Hitler amasses military power, Johann Schmidt seeks the Spear of Destiny to achieve world domination. President Roosevelt is briefed on Operation Invader, recruiting American citizens with gifts beyond those of mortal men to battle HYDRA in the name of world peace. The Flash and Sentinel are the first two approached, while the military drafts Project: Rebirth as an alternative. Steve Rogers' transformation into Captain America is the only result of the project. The Invaders, made up of Captain America, Bucky, The Flash, Human Torch, Sentinel, Namor, Wildcat, and Doctor Fate, drive Hitler's forces to enough of a standstill to allow Allied intervention. Hitler commits suicide and the Nazis surrender, ending the war. HYDRA attempts a final solution of their own, resulting in Schmidt's disappearance and the presumed deaths of Captain America and Bucky. After disbandment following the war, the heroes Flash, Wildcat, and Sentinel reassemble the Invaders' remnants to train recruits in New York City. The Justice Society of America is founded in honor of Steve Rogers. A meteor shower above Smallville, Kansas, covers the crash of an alien spacecraft, leading to the adoption of Kal-El by Jonathan and Martha Kent. Billionaire scion Oliver Queen returns to civilization to little fanfare after one year on a remote island. Green Arrow debuts in Star City. The Sin-Cong War breaks out with the United States of America invading the People's Republic of Sin-Cong, officially to free the country from a tyrannical government but in reality to lay claim to the country's mysterious energy source known as the "Dragon Breath". Oliver Queen takes in the young Roy Harper as a favor to Roy’s grandfather, Big Bow. Green Arrow’s kid partner, Speedy, debuts. Oliver Queen loses his wealth after a prolonged legal battle with Queen Industries’ board that strips him of his position within the company. Marc Spector enlists in the Marine Corps and serves a tour in Sin-Cong, eventually getting dishonorably discharged and becoming a mercenary. Oliver Queen is charged with treason in a terrorist attack on a U.S. Navy ship, accused of collaborating with Sin-Cong forces. His already tenuously-secret identity is plastered all over the worldwide news cycle as Green Arrow is branded a traitor. In the ensuing manhunt, he discovers he’s a patsy in a S.H.I.E.L.D. plot to maintain American presence in Sin-Cong. Before he can clear his name, the U.S. government exonerates him in a statement that blames the plot on “rogue actors”. Marc Spector meets Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp and Layla El-Faouly, two fellow mercenaries who he teams up with to become the "Karnak Cowboys". Oliver Queen meets Connor Hawke while staying at a zen monastery in Nappa Valley, eventually learning that Connor is his biological son. Months later, Ollie sacrifices himself to stop an ecofascist terror attack. Connor becomes Green Arrow in his stead. Billionaire Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham City after ten years abroad. Layla El-Faouly is killed and Marc Spector falls into a depression that leads to him working with Raoul Bushman, a ruthless mercenary. The two of them alongside Jean-Paul DuChamp raid an archaeological dig site on the Sudanese-Egyptian border. Bushman kills the dig crew's lead Dr. Peter Alraune and captures his daughter Marlene. Marc attempts to intervene but is in turn beaten half to death by Bushman who leaves him to die. Marc dies in the tomb under a statue of Khonshu and is resurrected by the god as his Fist of Vengeance. Marc returns to America with Frenchie and Marlene and operates in New York City as the vigilante Moon Knight. Oliver Queen returns to life under mysterious circumstances. He meets Mia Dearden, a young survivor of human trafficking, and takes her under his wing. Star City becomes home to two Green Arrows after Ollie and Connor reunite. Reports file in from Gotham City of illegal activities being thwarted by a mysterious creature, Sergeant James Gordon is assigned to investigate. With no warning, thunderstorms with no rain appear all over the world. Confusing meteorologists, who still struggle to explain the phenomenon. Clark Kent leaves Earth to discover more about his origins Mia Dearden debuts as the second Speedy with Roy Harper’s blessing. Moon Knight has his final encounter with his nemesis Raoul Bushman that results in the vigilante, who was badly wounded in the fight, killing Bushman by cutting off his face. Moon Knight disappears from the public eye after this event. The Blur returns to Metropolis, becoming known as Superman, fighting the alien bounty hunter, Lobo, above the city sky. Marc Spector resurfaces in Hub City as Mister Knight, opening the Midnight Mission. |
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“I am so clumsy!” Lex Luthor looked down at the freshly spilled coffee that drenched the long wool coat that framed his body like a menacing cloak. Ice shattered against the cafe floor before the clatter of the empty plastic cup elicited gasps from the gathered patrons. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the woman apologized profusely, grabbing a handful of napkins to wipe at the beading coffee, only making more of a mess as the wet paper tore and clung to the rough fabric and the leather of her gloves. “I’m just glad it was iced.” Lex smiled, taking hold of the woman’s hand to stop her from spreading the mess further. “I’d hate to think of the alternative,” the woman replied, withdrawing her hand with a smile. “Lexa,” she offered, “Lexa Danvers.” “Lex,” Lex replied with a smile of his own, “Lex Lu-” “Oh, I know who you are, Mr. Luthor.” Lexa replied, “Everyone in Metropolis knows the son of Lionel Luthor.” “You wound me. I assumed it was because I was the only follically challenged billionaire under forty.” “That I doubt, the rest just do something about it.” Lexa smiled, “I suppose living in your father’s shadow would be rather demoralizing. Never known for your own worth, always judged by your father. When people look at you, they simply see privilege.” “Judging by your tone, I’d say that’s not at all what you see,” deadpanned Lex. “No,” Lexa smiled, shaking her head. “I see potential. I believe you’re going to change the world, Lex Luthor.” “And I’m starting to believe that your ‘accident’ was a charade.” “Sometimes fate comes for us, sometimes we have to take it into our own hands.” Lexa smiled. “Would you like to change the world with me, Lex?” “How about we start with a cup of coffee?” Lex replied, “Yours appears to be empty.” “How astute,” Lexa replied, her green eyes sparkling like mischievous emeralds set against a face chiselled from the finest marble. Fire-like hair flowed from her head, framing her face and complementing her features. “Come to think of it, coffee would be lovely.”  “I think I love you,” Lexa rolled off of Lex as the pair collapsed against the silk sheets of Lex’s bed. What had been a few dates quickly rolled into months and then years. Now she lay beside the man of her dreams, no longer Alexandra Danvers, but instead of Alexandra Luthor. “I would certainly hope so, considering we just got married.” She smiled as Lex picked a pile of papers off the nearby nightstand. The pair had been in the midst of their latest scientific venture before the discussion of the metahuman gene and replication of extranormal abilities gave way to the throes of passion for the newlyweds. |
 ___________________________________ | “I know. I could only go so far on the theoretical side. You’re Mister Particle Physics,” Lexa stated, watching Lex read before he interrupted her, his tone dry but teasing. “-Which would probably look very odd on a driver’s license, but go ahead,” “-So,” Lexa began again, “I figured you might have an idea or two.” “Cadmus,” Lex replied, “Project Cadmus, it’s-” “I’m up to speed. The D.E.O. is aware of Project Cadmus.” “Of course, if anyone has made the kind of breakthrough into bio-engineering extranormal abilities, it would be Project Cadmus. Luthorcorp has some backdoor ties that could get us a foot in the door.” “But what about Lexcorp? I thought you were going to step out of your father’s shadow. Our dream has always been to break away from Lionel and the D.E.O. and run Lexcorp.” Lexa argued. “If we can figure out the key, when Galatea is a success, then Infinity Inc. will be at the top of every bid, and Lexcorp will be a household name.” “I want our dream to succeed too,” Lex replied, putting the papers down as he rolled onto his side and grasped his wife’s hands. “But I’m not above using the resources I currently have access to. It’d be foolish to squander them.” “I’d just hate for Lionel to find out what we’re planning. You know he’d do anything to keep you under his thumb.” |
“And what of Waller and Todd?” Lex asked. “You let me worry about the Wall and Mister Bones.”  “Hell to pay!” Lois’ words fell on deaf ears as Clark focused on the television behind her. The reporter on the screen, Cat Grant, sat situated in the middle of a desk, her plunging collar line leaving little room for interpretation as to why she was most popular with the thirty-four to fifty male demographic. |
While the volume was muted in an effort to avoid disrupting the reporter’s bullpen, Clark was able to focus his hearing through the entirety of the building before finding the room being broadcast, listening to words directly from Cat’s mouth. Even before the headline crossed the screen, Clark heard Cat warn the audience of the fire currently erupting in Midtown. This looks like a job for Superman. Moving from his chair faster than the naked eye, Clark tore down the hallway and out of the Daily Planet onto a nearby fire escape. Pulling his shirt open, the suit beneath began to activate for combat mode, its cobalt body suit accented with scarlet sunstone. His body’s radiation stores powered the alien technology covering his body—a gift from his home planet and a souvenir from his two years in space. High above Metropolis, a streak of primary colours flew through its towering skyscrapers, a blur barely noticeable by the human eye. Behind it trailed a cloud of crimson particles as Superman soared over the Big Apricot, sharply turning through the tightly packed buildings as he expertly navigated himself from the city center to Midtown. |  |
Smoke billowed above the skyline as Superman’s eyes moved towards the source of the acrid cloud of fumes. Macroscopic vision worked alongside his X-ray vision, peering both through and past the densely populated skyline as Superman located the bank. Firefighters were already on the scene as Superman surveyed the ongoing struggle. The flames were non-responsive to the bombardment of water, roaring back up at every attempt to extinguish them. Which could only mean a metahuman was nearby. Windows shattered as heat rose within the building. If this were a robbery, it had to have gone south; anything valuable inside would be incinerated by the fire. Rushing around the building, Superman took a deep breath before unleashing a freezing blast towards the flames. It did little more than momentarily quell them as he was left to locate the source. Peering through the building and flames, Superman located a woman in the middle of the inferno. He watched as she fled the scene out the back of the building. Stumbling out into the daylight of Metropolis, only to be suddenly greeted by Superman as he rushed to intercept. “I’ll burn this whole block down, boy scout.” The woman warned, flames covering her whole body. “Keelex, let's him ‘em with the Thunderdome.” Superman ordered as the cape-shaped construct made of malleable sunstone particles detached from his shoulders, and rapidly expanded. Hardening into a crystalline substance, it coated the nearby buildings in a red translucent substance, protecting both the structures and those inside while subsequently blocking any pathways of escape. “I suggest you surrender now,” Superman bellowed, “I see no reason this has to escalate.” The woman answered by throwing a gout of fire towards the Man of Steel. His suit answered, projecting a shield in front of him, the golden energy absorbing the flames. “The hard way it is then,” Superman replied, clapping his hands together as a rippling shockwave erupted from his clasped hands, nearly driving the woman backwards.  |
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   █ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ _JAMES ANDREW GORDON AGE FORTY-TWOGENDER MALE ETHNICITY/RACE CAUCASIAN MARTIAL STATUS DIVORCED SEXUALITY HETEROSEXUAL | ▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ James Andrew Gordon was born to loving, if absent parents. His father, an artificial breeding technician based out of Calaveras, just south of San Antonio, Texas, spent most of his time driving across most of the Western States, rarely home throughout the week, while his mother was a first-generation immigrant from Rotherham in South Yorkshire, England. A piano teacher, James' mother, Evangeline, instilled a love of music in her son from a young age, while his father, Andrew, introduced James to the blues, rock and metal. James had a natural inclination towards rhythm and timing. As a young boy, he was constantly turning every surface he touched into a drum. For his seventh birthday, he was gifted with his first drum kit, and the rest was history. Throughout his teens, James participated in several local garage bands. As a drummer, he found himself constantly in demand and was able to play for a wide variety of bands and genres. Most of these amateur acts grew out of the hobby, but by the time college was calling, James had connected himself with other, more musically serious individuals, and they formed a real band. This first band, 'Overcooked Parsley', would go on to open for several smaller acts throughout various dive bars in the San Antonio region before spreading out and playing in the likes of Austin, Houston and even Dallas. At the age of sixteen, James picked up his first bass guitar while jamming with a couple of friends. Once he had his head wrapped around the basics, he began to approach the instrument as though he was playing the drums while watching the guitarist for chord changes and positions. Using what his mother had taught him on piano and his years of playing drums, James rapidly advanced on the instrument, and after yet another band fizzled out, went on to become a bassist with the band 'Tea & Strumpets.' Through 'Tea & Strumpets', James was introduced to his first wife, Poppy Caulderfield. The infatuation was mutual and it wasn't long before the rest of the band learned to knock before haphazardly entering the green room after shows or between sets. But the honeymoon phase was short-lived lived and the pair became increasingly volatile, often fighting off stage and squabbling over anything, going so far as to disagree with one another solely to fight. These fights always led to making up, in a manner that was just as loud and destructive as their fighting. Thankfully, their tumultuous affair didn't stop 'Tea & Strumpets' from seeing success, and while the band was putting on shows in Vegas, Poppy and James snuck away in the middle of the night to a twenty-four-hour chapel and pledged their lives to one another. They filed for divorce nine months later. 'Tea & Strumpets' would later cut their losses, and James was asked to leave the band. Returning home, he eventually made his way to Nashville, Tennessee, where he found work as a session bassist, tracking songs and albums with numerous artists. This opportunity would introduce him to Cooper McNevan, Colin Phillips and Lee Joel, who, along with James, would go on to create 'Caliburn'. Caliburn was James' big break. The group moved from performing in dive bars to opening for the likes of Nickelback, Pearl Jam and Metallica. Before they knew it, Caliburn had other bands opening for them, and soon they were playing in sold-out auditoriums. Though James had always been fond of alcohol, his newfound fame led him to party harder and harder. Often, he was with a different girl every night, and the only time he was without a drink in his hand was when he had his bass. First came alcohol, it was soon followed by cigarettes, then marijuana, mushrooms, and it only continued from there. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. |
| | |  | THE GIRLFRIEND Tamara Flowers is a twenty-one-year-old pop star who has shot to fame in the last couple of years. Tamara performs as the front woman for the act 'InBloom'. Tamara and James became romantically linked shortly after she released a statement to the media that "<she had> been let down one too many times by men her age and decided it was time to go for a man instead of playing with boys." | | |  | THE EX-WIFE Poppy Caulderfield was the lead guitarist and additional vocals in the band 'Tea & Strumpets' where James filled in as a session bassist in the studio before being invited on the road. The pair engaged in a self-destructive and oftentimes toxic on-and-off relationship before being wed in Vegas during a show. Poppy later filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. Years later, she inherited the band, now renamed 'The Strumpets', assuming lead vocals and is touring as part of their new album release. She had been spotted at a cafe recently with James. |
| | |  | THE FORMER BAND Caliburn was James' big break. A post-grunge phenomenon, Caliburn went on to go Platinum on at least two of their records, seemingly going from playing dive bars to overflowing stadiums overnight. Their music was featured in everything from the latest Tony Hawk game to sport anthems and even blockbuster movies. Including James, the band was a four-piece ensemble with Cooper McNevan on vocals and lead guitars, Colin Phillips on drums, and Lee Joel playing rhythm guitar and keys. | | |  | THE UNKNOWN CALLER A persistent caller who has concealed their identity. No matter how many times James has blocked their number, they always find a new one. James changed his own number twice before giving up and accepting his harasser. Each time he answers, he's bombarded with a variety of voices repeating over and over, 'I know what you did!' while the backing track of his latest single plays melancholically in the background. James has moved forward with both legal action and the police, but neither has been able to do anything about the anonymous caller. |
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What would the galaxy look like post-Rise of Skywalker a century later?
Somehow Palpatine has returned
Mandalorian Uprising Electric Boogaloo?
Sith/Imperial/First Order Remnant?
What does the Jedi Order look like?
What does the New (New) Republic look like?
Perhaps several bodies of extended government operating in a coalition?
A new Confederacy.
A golden-age of piracy due to the lack of a unified galaxy-wide government.
DREGS: Remainders of the Imperial Remnant and the First Order, even after another hundred years in the galaxy, there are still some holdouts of those loyal to Emperor Palpatine and the Galactic Empire. Isolated pockets of resistance are still located on worlds with deep-rooted Imperial ideologies and indoctrination.
THE JEDI ORDER: Founded in the wake of the Second Galactic War, the Jedi Order operates as an independent body of peacekeepers throughout the known galaxy, working in collaboration with many of the major government bodies and acting as a neutral party in roles of arbitration and mediation. While heavily inspired by the teachings of the Order that preceded it, this latest iteration also avoids some of the footfalls that led to its predecessor's downfall.
This new generation of Jedi are followers of the Living and Unified Force, believing that the destruction of Sheev Palpatine finally brought balance to the Force. They seek to understand and explore all aspects of the Force, no longer fearing the Dark Side but accepting it as another aspect of the Force's mysterious nature.
CHANDRILAN COALITION:
THE COMMONWEALTH OF CORUSCANT:
THE MID-RIM ALLIANCE:
THE FEDERATION OF ALLIED OUTER RIM PLANETS:
THE MERCHANT CONGLOMERATE:
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Cold sweat dripped down his brow. Fire-like eyes illuminated in the dark room as the young man sat up, nearly sliding on the silk sheets, a hand softly flaying in the dark before landing on the cool skin beside him.
Aurora.
She was still here. That much was true. But the school, did they lose the school. He leaned forward burying his hands in his head. What was that creature? More hallucinations?
The nightmares had been more and more frequent since the Wendigo's attack. The dance, the Chernobog it all felt so real. Working as a firefighter, being attacked for being a Hyperhuman. His classmates shipped off to the Foundation.
They ate the horse.
But it wasn't real. It couldn't have been real. Amma wasn't dragged to hell. Gil didn't lose an arm. Haven and Rory weren't off playing little house in the mountains.
Had Daedalus been real? Lorcán Roth shook his head again. No, Haven's kidnapping was another part of the fevered illusion. They had all been gathered outside waiting for answers on Lorcán's condition.
He had recovered. They had graduated. The school went on.
But the nightmares persisted.
Ünterland was calling.
Aurora.
She was still here. That much was true. But the school, did they lose the school. He leaned forward burying his hands in his head. What was that creature? More hallucinations?
The nightmares had been more and more frequent since the Wendigo's attack. The dance, the Chernobog it all felt so real. Working as a firefighter, being attacked for being a Hyperhuman. His classmates shipped off to the Foundation.
They ate the horse.
But it wasn't real. It couldn't have been real. Amma wasn't dragged to hell. Gil didn't lose an arm. Haven and Rory weren't off playing little house in the mountains.
Had Daedalus been real? Lorcán Roth shook his head again. No, Haven's kidnapping was another part of the fevered illusion. They had all been gathered outside waiting for answers on Lorcán's condition.
He had recovered. They had graduated. The school went on.
But the nightmares persisted.
Ünterland was calling.
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T h e H a u n t i n g o f . . .
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"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying."
~Friedrich Nietzsche
On October 18th, 1967, Earth was caught in a worldwide blackout in the midst of a total lunar eclipse. During the eclipse, Earth was struck by a massive solar flare. The combination of plasma and magnetic fields doused the entire globe with high-energy particles, which caused the largest and brightest occurrence of the aurorae ever recorded. Unfortunately, this event also brought a geomagnetic storm that ravaged Earth’s electrical transmission lines, causing a global power outage. On that day, the Earth nearly stood still. Nearly three and a half billion people sat in total darkness for almost ten minutes before backup systems began to reintroduce power across the planet. However, numerous regions around the world were left in the dark for far longer. Major cities were powerless for nearly a week, while some rural areas were forced to survive for almost a month without power. This event left a death toll numbering in the tens of thousands and became known as the the 'Long Night'.
It has been nearly seventeen years since the day of the Long Night, and while the world has resumed its original course, the aftermath of the Long Night reached far further than anyone could have ever anticipated. The effect of the high-energy particles was a mutation appearing in one person of every one million individuals. While public knowledge of the mutation remains vague, selected sects in the scientific community are aware of it and have dubbed the emergence of the mutation ‘Viriumosis’. In more common jargon, the possession of a mutation is referred to as the ‘Hype-Factor’ or ‘Hype-Gene’. Collectively, these mutants are referred to as ‘Hyperhumans’.
One such Hyperhuman, a girl by the name of Kimberly Kennedy, was a student at Mather Memorial High School in the sleepy hamlet of Crestwood Hollow. Her secret was unknown to the vast majority of her peers and even her closest friends, but unfortunately, someone found out. Kimberly's body was discovered a week ago, brutally murdered. At this point, the police have no leads and are at a total loss regarding the killer's motivation due to the secret about Kimmy's true nature.
Crimes of this nature are unheard of in Crestwood Hollow.
Situated along the Eastern Coast of the United States between Hampton and Portsmouth, Crestwood Hollow is a small New Hampshire city originally founded in the year of 1652, shortly before the infamous Witch Trials. Settled in the fertile Orlaith Valley, the city is home to a largely rural area. Boasting a very fruitful agricultural industry, the city's largest export is the Golden Delicious Apple.
Beyond the valley lie densely populated forests of oak, maple and cherry trees. This contributes to several lumber mills in the area that provide a secondary industry to the city. A quiet town, Crestwood Hollow has rarely seen a spike in crime, although rates have been on a steady rise in recent months. Nothing, however, has been severe enough to prompt an immediate response from the city's police department or mayoral office.
Of those affected by Kimmy's murder, none seem to be taking it harder than Veronica Bordeaux. Direct descendants of the original settlers to the Orlaith Valley, the Bordeaux Family is among the wealthiest names in the country and most certainly the wealthiest in Crestwood Hollow. Everyone at Mather Memorial High School knows the Bordeaux Twins, Veronica and her brother Vincent.
You will be taking the role of Veronica and Vincent's closest friends and peers. Players will be asked to create fellow students who, through an event occurring in the first IC post, will also become Hyperhumans who have to come to terms with their new abilities. These students could be the twins' best friend, their lovers, their crush etc.
Stricken by grief over their deceased friend, the player base will be brought together by Mather Memorial's new and enigmatic school counsellor, Jonas Schechter. Concealing a secondary agenda not initially disclosed to the group, Jonas himself has knowledge that some might describe as uncanny and was brought to Crestwood due to a premonition surrounding Veronica and Vincent's friends. Plagued by visions of a dark figure hunting Hyperhumans on a vengeful quest, Jonas' premonition showed him the only way to stop the evil force was by uniting the group of teenagers and training their potential. Using the guise of a grief counselling session to unite the group, the RP will progress as the group transitions into a team and training group.
Only time will tell if Jonas truly has their best interests at heart.
It has been nearly seventeen years since the day of the Long Night, and while the world has resumed its original course, the aftermath of the Long Night reached far further than anyone could have ever anticipated. The effect of the high-energy particles was a mutation appearing in one person of every one million individuals. While public knowledge of the mutation remains vague, selected sects in the scientific community are aware of it and have dubbed the emergence of the mutation ‘Viriumosis’. In more common jargon, the possession of a mutation is referred to as the ‘Hype-Factor’ or ‘Hype-Gene’. Collectively, these mutants are referred to as ‘Hyperhumans’.
One such Hyperhuman, a girl by the name of Kimberly Kennedy, was a student at Mather Memorial High School in the sleepy hamlet of Crestwood Hollow. Her secret was unknown to the vast majority of her peers and even her closest friends, but unfortunately, someone found out. Kimberly's body was discovered a week ago, brutally murdered. At this point, the police have no leads and are at a total loss regarding the killer's motivation due to the secret about Kimmy's true nature.
Crimes of this nature are unheard of in Crestwood Hollow.
Situated along the Eastern Coast of the United States between Hampton and Portsmouth, Crestwood Hollow is a small New Hampshire city originally founded in the year of 1652, shortly before the infamous Witch Trials. Settled in the fertile Orlaith Valley, the city is home to a largely rural area. Boasting a very fruitful agricultural industry, the city's largest export is the Golden Delicious Apple.
Beyond the valley lie densely populated forests of oak, maple and cherry trees. This contributes to several lumber mills in the area that provide a secondary industry to the city. A quiet town, Crestwood Hollow has rarely seen a spike in crime, although rates have been on a steady rise in recent months. Nothing, however, has been severe enough to prompt an immediate response from the city's police department or mayoral office.
Of those affected by Kimmy's murder, none seem to be taking it harder than Veronica Bordeaux. Direct descendants of the original settlers to the Orlaith Valley, the Bordeaux Family is among the wealthiest names in the country and most certainly the wealthiest in Crestwood Hollow. Everyone at Mather Memorial High School knows the Bordeaux Twins, Veronica and her brother Vincent.
You will be taking the role of Veronica and Vincent's closest friends and peers. Players will be asked to create fellow students who, through an event occurring in the first IC post, will also become Hyperhumans who have to come to terms with their new abilities. These students could be the twins' best friend, their lovers, their crush etc.
Stricken by grief over their deceased friend, the player base will be brought together by Mather Memorial's new and enigmatic school counsellor, Jonas Schechter. Concealing a secondary agenda not initially disclosed to the group, Jonas himself has knowledge that some might describe as uncanny and was brought to Crestwood due to a premonition surrounding Veronica and Vincent's friends. Plagued by visions of a dark figure hunting Hyperhumans on a vengeful quest, Jonas' premonition showed him the only way to stop the evil force was by uniting the group of teenagers and training their potential. Using the guise of a grief counselling session to unite the group, the RP will progress as the group transitions into a team and training group.
Only time will tell if Jonas truly has their best interests at heart.
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Situated along the Eastern Coast of the United States between Hampton and Portsmouth, Crestwood Hollow is a small New Hampshire city originally founded in the year of 1684, shortly before the infamous Witch Trials. Settled in the fertile Orlaith Valley, the city is home to a largely rural area, boasting a very fruitful agricultural industry. The largest export of the city is the Golden Delicious Apple. Beyond the valley lies densely populated forests of oak, maple and cherry trees. This contributes to several lumber mills in the area that provide a secondary industry to the city.
To the North of the Orlaith Valley is the Great Bay Lake. From the Lake, the River Shannon flows South before turning East towards the valley and continuing through the city. The downtown of Crestwood Hollow is split by the river with one street travelling East on the Northside of the river, while on the Southside the road only goes West. Located every few blocks is a draw bridge that both connects the city and separates it when the need arises for a ship travels upstream. Towering buildings look down on the river ranging from hotels to banks, to professional firms and apartment complexes. The Northern side of the city is known for being rougher than its Southern Sister. The 'Beau' half of Crestwood Hollow is home to the Mather Park, in the middle of which is an ancient white oak known only as the Hanging Tree. The Southern half of the city, the 'Belle,' is newer than the Beau and is home to several more residential areas than the North. The further south one travels in Crestwood Hollow, the more construction they seem to encounter as the city is continuously expanded to accommodate new subdivisions.
Towards the eastern edge of the city, the Shannon empties into the Atlantic Ocean, flowing through the Crestwood Port before it is swept away by the tides of the Atlantic. Due to its location within the Orlaith, Crestwood Hollow has very few visits via train and does most of its imports through truck and ship. As such, the Port is often a thriving hub of life with new ships visiting each day. Several fisheries dot the piers but have fallen upon hard times in later years due to over-fishing in the Atlantic. Numerous recreational boats fill the docks and full warehouses litter the boardwalks.
To the North of the Orlaith Valley is the Great Bay Lake. From the Lake, the River Shannon flows South before turning East towards the valley and continuing through the city. The downtown of Crestwood Hollow is split by the river with one street travelling East on the Northside of the river, while on the Southside the road only goes West. Located every few blocks is a draw bridge that both connects the city and separates it when the need arises for a ship travels upstream. Towering buildings look down on the river ranging from hotels to banks, to professional firms and apartment complexes. The Northern side of the city is known for being rougher than its Southern Sister. The 'Beau' half of Crestwood Hollow is home to the Mather Park, in the middle of which is an ancient white oak known only as the Hanging Tree. The Southern half of the city, the 'Belle,' is newer than the Beau and is home to several more residential areas than the North. The further south one travels in Crestwood Hollow, the more construction they seem to encounter as the city is continuously expanded to accommodate new subdivisions.
Towards the eastern edge of the city, the Shannon empties into the Atlantic Ocean, flowing through the Crestwood Port before it is swept away by the tides of the Atlantic. Due to its location within the Orlaith, Crestwood Hollow has very few visits via train and does most of its imports through truck and ship. As such, the Port is often a thriving hub of life with new ships visiting each day. Several fisheries dot the piers but have fallen upon hard times in later years due to over-fishing in the Atlantic. Numerous recreational boats fill the docks and full warehouses litter the boardwalks.
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Mather Memorial High School is Crestwood Hollow's largest secondary school in the city which collects the graduates from several of the city's more populated elementary schools. One of the oldest buildings in all of Crestwood Hollow, Mather Memorial was originally the city's courthouse when it was built in 1654, before being transformed into a county jail for nearly a decade, spanning from 1802 until nearly 1869.
Unfortunately, a fire brought down part of the building, resulting in numerous convicts being unleashed on the unsuspecting city proper. Opting not to rebuild a jail in the middle of the town, the building sat empty for nearly thirty years until a young architect wanting to make a name for himself opted to propose the structure be revitalized and renewed as a school. In 1902, the school opened its doors under the original name of Mather Memorial Highschool before being rechristened as Eastern Crestwood Secondary School in the late nineties only to have the name reverted in the early 2000s.
Due to the long-standing history of the school, it comes as no surprise that many of the locals consider the building to be haunted. One of the most prominent local urban legends says that the large oak standing in the school's front courtyard was the very tree used to hang the men and women found to be witches during the Witch Trials. As Mather Memorial sits on the edge of Mather Park, this tree is the same white oak referred to as the Hanging Tree.
Due to its history, the building does show it's age. This is especially prominent in its tall architecture with a looming main entrance that casts a shadow on the stairs before it. The inside of the school is often stuffy, the air carrying a heavy musty odour that perforates every hallway. The original gymnasium has been transformed into an auditorium while an addition in the nineties added a proper gymnasium onto the school's west side. Outside this expansion are several basketball courts leading to track surrounding a multi-use field. This field is used for a variety of sports, and when an event is held, temporary bleachers can be erected on either side of the area.
The athletics facility is not the only recent addition to the school. Several portable units line the back of the school, added during the late nineties to increase teachable areas; however, most of these are used as storage currently. A technology wing was added to the east side of the school in the early 1980s. This wing includes state of the art computer labs along with woodworking, welding facilities and even an auto shop. These facilities line the bottom of the wing; however, the upper floor of the wing adds several new science classrooms and lecture rooms rendering the portables as mentioned earlier null and void. At the rear of the main building is the cafeteria which looks down onto the park which shares the school's namesake. To encourage students to get outside on their lunch breaks, a balcony including an outside seating area was added to the cafeteria in 1979.
Like most secondary schools across North America, Mather Memorial offers a wide variety of teachables to its students outside of the mandatory core subjects. Additionally, education is supplied in three levels of learning to ensure no student is left behind. This includes an essentials level for students who intend to go directly into the workplace after high school, an applied level for students who wish to attend community college and an academic level for students aiming to attend university. Some courses have no specified level and are open to all students, but others require the student to have particular prerequisites before they can enroll. Courses such as these often lead to graduates return to Mather Memorial for a fifth year, or as it commonly referred to as, a 'Victory Lap.'
Unfortunately, a fire brought down part of the building, resulting in numerous convicts being unleashed on the unsuspecting city proper. Opting not to rebuild a jail in the middle of the town, the building sat empty for nearly thirty years until a young architect wanting to make a name for himself opted to propose the structure be revitalized and renewed as a school. In 1902, the school opened its doors under the original name of Mather Memorial Highschool before being rechristened as Eastern Crestwood Secondary School in the late nineties only to have the name reverted in the early 2000s.
Due to the long-standing history of the school, it comes as no surprise that many of the locals consider the building to be haunted. One of the most prominent local urban legends says that the large oak standing in the school's front courtyard was the very tree used to hang the men and women found to be witches during the Witch Trials. As Mather Memorial sits on the edge of Mather Park, this tree is the same white oak referred to as the Hanging Tree.
Due to its history, the building does show it's age. This is especially prominent in its tall architecture with a looming main entrance that casts a shadow on the stairs before it. The inside of the school is often stuffy, the air carrying a heavy musty odour that perforates every hallway. The original gymnasium has been transformed into an auditorium while an addition in the nineties added a proper gymnasium onto the school's west side. Outside this expansion are several basketball courts leading to track surrounding a multi-use field. This field is used for a variety of sports, and when an event is held, temporary bleachers can be erected on either side of the area.
The athletics facility is not the only recent addition to the school. Several portable units line the back of the school, added during the late nineties to increase teachable areas; however, most of these are used as storage currently. A technology wing was added to the east side of the school in the early 1980s. This wing includes state of the art computer labs along with woodworking, welding facilities and even an auto shop. These facilities line the bottom of the wing; however, the upper floor of the wing adds several new science classrooms and lecture rooms rendering the portables as mentioned earlier null and void. At the rear of the main building is the cafeteria which looks down onto the park which shares the school's namesake. To encourage students to get outside on their lunch breaks, a balcony including an outside seating area was added to the cafeteria in 1979.
Like most secondary schools across North America, Mather Memorial offers a wide variety of teachables to its students outside of the mandatory core subjects. Additionally, education is supplied in three levels of learning to ensure no student is left behind. This includes an essentials level for students who intend to go directly into the workplace after high school, an applied level for students who wish to attend community college and an academic level for students aiming to attend university. Some courses have no specified level and are open to all students, but others require the student to have particular prerequisites before they can enroll. Courses such as these often lead to graduates return to Mather Memorial for a fifth year, or as it commonly referred to as, a 'Victory Lap.'
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Hyperhumans are individuals who have undergone a mutation process known as Viriumosis, which leads to the creation of a ‘Hype-Gene’ and development of extranormal abilities. Viriumosis occurs when high-energy particles create an insertion and add one or more extra nucleotides into the host DNA. As insertions in the coding region of a gene may alter splicing of the mRNA or cause a shift in the reading frame, this almost always leads to a significant alteration in the gene product. These alterations lead to a wide variety of effects which are often looked upon as super-human abilities.
While Viriumosis was only able to occur in the individuals who were alive during the Long Night, the Hype-Gene is passed along through reproduction. This is a cumulative result of high-energy particles stored within the donating parent's chromosomes. A portion of these particles is replicated and passed along through genetic material, resulting in the offspring going through Viriumosis in utero. Naturally, this leads to the creation of the 'Hype-Gene' in the offspring, allowing them to display abilities akin to those of their parent(s).
The process of Viriumosis itself has a rather high fatality rate, and the sudden incubation period contributed to the death toll during the ‘Long Night’. This additionally extends to the unborn fetus, contributing to an above-average rate of miscarriage in couples with one or more Hyperhuman parents. A human born without a 'Hype-Gene' will not display, nor gain Hyperhuman abilities, unless subjected to Viriumosis. Due to the technological constraints and the rarity of high-energy particles, there is currently no way to artificially replicate the process which created the ‘Hype-Gene’ during the Long Night.
The 'Hype-Gene' isn't exclusively carried within either sex but is a dominant gene within both, exponentially increasing the chances that the child of a Hyperhuman will be one themselves. However, due to a lack of willing subjects, there are no studies as to whether power levels are greater or equal to within children who have two Hyperhuman parents compared to those who only have one.
Hyperhuman abilities are incredibly diverse and more often than not allow the host to accomplish superhuman abilities. When a Hyperhuman is born, they have unlimited potential as to what abilities they will develop. Hyperhuman abilities are not predetermined by parents but instead are developed during puberty in the majority of hosts. However, children are ten times more likely to develop abilities related to or similar to those displayed by their parents. It is possible for those subjected to extreme trauma at a younger age to prematurely develop their abilities. The environment and circumstances surrounding the time of ability development will contribute to determining the host’s abilities.
Every Hyperhuman goes through a period of ability fluctuation. During this period, the host may display several different but ultimately similar or related abilities before their body locks onto one as their own. Hyperhuman abilities are distinctly categorized between ‘internal abilities’ or ‘external abilities’. While there is overlap between abilities in either category, it is how these abilities are accomplished that determines their categorization. Internal abilities are Hyperhuman powers which are characterized by internal manipulation of the body or energies held in the body created by Viriumosis. The most basic example of an internal ability would be hyper-strength. External abilities are Hyperhuman powers characterized by being able to manipulate the world, such as the ability to bend and control fire.
Hyperhuman abilities are closely linked to Earth’s electromagnetic (EM) spheres. These electromagnetic spheres could be considered to be the source of all Hyperhuman abilities, and without their presence, Hyperhumans would be rendered powerless. In the same vein, the more of them that are in close proximity, the weaker they become as they fight to draw from the same EM spheres. However, there exists a phenomenon where Hyperhumans with a strong relationship or allied cause can instead lend their strength to another and amplify their abilities. Further synchronization between two or more Hyperhumans can actually lead to temporarily accessing each other’s abilities. The limitation to this total synchronization is that only one ability can be active at once, meaning all parties must be of the same intent.
All Hyperhumans are discernible from regular humans through the presence of HZE ions in their bodies. These HZEs or 'hazies' fluctuate with the usage of the Hype-Gene, meaning that the usage of Hyperhuman Abilities can be detected,d and residual HZEs can be tested to determine how recent abilities have been used. As Hyperhuman Abilities require HZEs, abilities can also be suppressed through electron overloading or irradiation. High-profile enforcement agencies have begun to employ experimental weapons and restraints which bombard the Hyperhuman body with electrons to keep known dangerous Hyperhumans suppressed and under control.
However, the majority of 'Hyperhumans' live their lives without knowing they even possess abilities. Most dismiss a few odd occurrences as being the work of heightened adrenaline or delusion. But there are a few who learn to embrace their nature and use their abilities to accomplish extraordinary feats, and others who embrace their nature to manipulate the world and take what they want.
While Viriumosis was only able to occur in the individuals who were alive during the Long Night, the Hype-Gene is passed along through reproduction. This is a cumulative result of high-energy particles stored within the donating parent's chromosomes. A portion of these particles is replicated and passed along through genetic material, resulting in the offspring going through Viriumosis in utero. Naturally, this leads to the creation of the 'Hype-Gene' in the offspring, allowing them to display abilities akin to those of their parent(s).
The process of Viriumosis itself has a rather high fatality rate, and the sudden incubation period contributed to the death toll during the ‘Long Night’. This additionally extends to the unborn fetus, contributing to an above-average rate of miscarriage in couples with one or more Hyperhuman parents. A human born without a 'Hype-Gene' will not display, nor gain Hyperhuman abilities, unless subjected to Viriumosis. Due to the technological constraints and the rarity of high-energy particles, there is currently no way to artificially replicate the process which created the ‘Hype-Gene’ during the Long Night.
The 'Hype-Gene' isn't exclusively carried within either sex but is a dominant gene within both, exponentially increasing the chances that the child of a Hyperhuman will be one themselves. However, due to a lack of willing subjects, there are no studies as to whether power levels are greater or equal to within children who have two Hyperhuman parents compared to those who only have one.
Hyperhuman abilities are incredibly diverse and more often than not allow the host to accomplish superhuman abilities. When a Hyperhuman is born, they have unlimited potential as to what abilities they will develop. Hyperhuman abilities are not predetermined by parents but instead are developed during puberty in the majority of hosts. However, children are ten times more likely to develop abilities related to or similar to those displayed by their parents. It is possible for those subjected to extreme trauma at a younger age to prematurely develop their abilities. The environment and circumstances surrounding the time of ability development will contribute to determining the host’s abilities.
Every Hyperhuman goes through a period of ability fluctuation. During this period, the host may display several different but ultimately similar or related abilities before their body locks onto one as their own. Hyperhuman abilities are distinctly categorized between ‘internal abilities’ or ‘external abilities’. While there is overlap between abilities in either category, it is how these abilities are accomplished that determines their categorization. Internal abilities are Hyperhuman powers which are characterized by internal manipulation of the body or energies held in the body created by Viriumosis. The most basic example of an internal ability would be hyper-strength. External abilities are Hyperhuman powers characterized by being able to manipulate the world, such as the ability to bend and control fire.
Hyperhuman abilities are closely linked to Earth’s electromagnetic (EM) spheres. These electromagnetic spheres could be considered to be the source of all Hyperhuman abilities, and without their presence, Hyperhumans would be rendered powerless. In the same vein, the more of them that are in close proximity, the weaker they become as they fight to draw from the same EM spheres. However, there exists a phenomenon where Hyperhumans with a strong relationship or allied cause can instead lend their strength to another and amplify their abilities. Further synchronization between two or more Hyperhumans can actually lead to temporarily accessing each other’s abilities. The limitation to this total synchronization is that only one ability can be active at once, meaning all parties must be of the same intent.
All Hyperhumans are discernible from regular humans through the presence of HZE ions in their bodies. These HZEs or 'hazies' fluctuate with the usage of the Hype-Gene, meaning that the usage of Hyperhuman Abilities can be detected,d and residual HZEs can be tested to determine how recent abilities have been used. As Hyperhuman Abilities require HZEs, abilities can also be suppressed through electron overloading or irradiation. High-profile enforcement agencies have begun to employ experimental weapons and restraints which bombard the Hyperhuman body with electrons to keep known dangerous Hyperhumans suppressed and under control.
However, the majority of 'Hyperhumans' live their lives without knowing they even possess abilities. Most dismiss a few odd occurrences as being the work of heightened adrenaline or delusion. But there are a few who learn to embrace their nature and use their abilities to accomplish extraordinary feats, and others who embrace their nature to manipulate the world and take what they want.
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Character sheets are to use the provided skeleton in the Character Tab. You are welcome to expand upon the base character skeleton, some additional add-ons have been suggested below the base skeleton. You may not remove any requested criteria from the base skeleton, nor may you, under any circumstance, omit requested information from your sheet. While some elements of your sheet could be expanded upon over the course of the 'In Character' portion of the game, you may not purposefully keep pertinent information from other players.
Information for the Character Sheets should be taken directly from the linked document above. Players may only create a Hyperhuman Character; any characters which are not Hyperhumans, including the supporting cast are not acceptable at the time of launch in this roleplay. Character sheets which blatantly have not read the provided information will not be taken into consideration for the game and thus denied. Additionally, it is requested that any submitted characters be created for this roleplay and not be 'tweaked' or repeated characters from other games. A lot of work has gone into creating this game, its setting and its lore. It would be considered disrespectful for a player to simply port a character from an existing or previous roleplay into this one. All characters should be a minimum age of fourteen [14] and no older than nineteen [19].
In keeping with the themes and tone of the roleplay, it is asked that all players use photographic face claims for their characters. If your Hyperhuman has a non-human outward appearance, some leniency can be applied to the rule, but it would still be preferable if you used a photo-realistic image if possible. It should be noted if this inhuman appearance is permanent, the character probably won't work in this setting unless they can transform in some capacity.
Under no circumstances will the following images be accepted: anime, AI-generated, hand-drawn sketches, low-grade renders, manga, or any other comparable media. The Character Sheet intends to imitate a file that the school would have, and thus any media which does not capture that vision is not acceptable.
Information for the Character Sheets should be taken directly from the linked document above. Players may only create a Hyperhuman Character; any characters which are not Hyperhumans, including the supporting cast are not acceptable at the time of launch in this roleplay. Character sheets which blatantly have not read the provided information will not be taken into consideration for the game and thus denied. Additionally, it is requested that any submitted characters be created for this roleplay and not be 'tweaked' or repeated characters from other games. A lot of work has gone into creating this game, its setting and its lore. It would be considered disrespectful for a player to simply port a character from an existing or previous roleplay into this one. All characters should be a minimum age of fourteen [14] and no older than nineteen [19].
In keeping with the themes and tone of the roleplay, it is asked that all players use photographic face claims for their characters. If your Hyperhuman has a non-human outward appearance, some leniency can be applied to the rule, but it would still be preferable if you used a photo-realistic image if possible. It should be noted if this inhuman appearance is permanent, the character probably won't work in this setting unless they can transform in some capacity.
Under no circumstances will the following images be accepted: anime, AI-generated, hand-drawn sketches, low-grade renders, manga, or any other comparable media. The Character Sheet intends to imitate a file that the school would have, and thus any media which does not capture that vision is not acceptable.
C H A R A C T E R S P E R P L A Y E R:
This roleplay was envisioned as a character-driven collaboration between players. As such, each player will only be allotted a single, primary point-of-view character. This character may be rounded out by a supporting cast which can consist of friends, other students, family or even staff or other residents of the school grounds. In the event that an active primary character is killed during the roleplay, that player may either promote one of their supporting cast to their new primary or submit a new character for consideration. In either instance, the new primary character will be expected to go through the character submission process as outlined in the following rules.
C H A R A C T E R S U B M I S S I O N S:
All Character Sheets must be posted publically in the Out of Character thread for submission. Character sheets may be sent to the GM for coding help, but no review of the material will be performed privately. Any character sheets sent solely through a Private Message for submission will be ignored.
Please do not repost your character sheet in the OOC thread multiple times, especially in multiple states of completion. If you must post an incomplete character sheet to the thread, please link to the original post upon completion and tag the GM(s) upon doing so. Ideally, the only sheets posted to the thread will be completed and ready for review. Under no circumstance should a character be posted directly into the Character Tab with the exception of those belonging to the GM Team.
The idea behind this is to encourage players to sheets with complementary attributes or abilities. A large emphasis in the lore is that Hyperhumans display more niché abilities than you see in other superhuman media. Additionally, having characters who are too similar increases the chances that only one of them would be accepted. Ideally, there will be a good mix of personalities and abilities amongst the cast.
At the time of launch, the roleplay will be accepting between seven [7] and eleven [11] players. If at a later date slots become available or additional are added, this will be communicated through an announcement in the OOC and/or through an Interest Check.
Please do not repost your character sheet in the OOC thread multiple times, especially in multiple states of completion. If you must post an incomplete character sheet to the thread, please link to the original post upon completion and tag the GM(s) upon doing so. Ideally, the only sheets posted to the thread will be completed and ready for review. Under no circumstance should a character be posted directly into the Character Tab with the exception of those belonging to the GM Team.
The idea behind this is to encourage players to sheets with complementary attributes or abilities. A large emphasis in the lore is that Hyperhumans display more niché abilities than you see in other superhuman media. Additionally, having characters who are too similar increases the chances that only one of them would be accepted. Ideally, there will be a good mix of personalities and abilities amongst the cast.
At the time of launch, the roleplay will be accepting between seven [7] and eleven [11] players. If at a later date slots become available or additional are added, this will be communicated through an announcement in the OOC and/or through an Interest Check.
P O W E R S & L E V E L S:
Hyperhuman abilities or powers can manifest in all shapes and sizes. This is covered thoroughly in the linked document above. As such, any abilities which do not match what is laid out in the lore, cross between Primary or Secondary classifications or use multiple classifications will be rejected and have to be reworked. Additionally, players should keep their abilities on the lower end of the power spectrum. While the Power Scale and Threat Level will be assigned by the GM, players should still tailor their abilities to fit within the lower end of these spectrums. As new students to Pacific Royal Collegiate & Academy, abilities should have room to grow and develop. If a character is already fully proficient with their abilities, then they have no use for a role at the school.
R E V I E W C R I T E R I A & P R O C E S S:
Once a Character Sheet has been officially submitted to the OOC thread, the review process can begin. Initially, at the launch of the roleplay, the GM will give a date upon which they will conduct the first round of reviews. If you are joining the thread at a later date, please allow for a period of twenty-four hours after your sheet has been posted for the GM to review it. If the GM has not acknowledged your sheet after twenty-four hours, you may contact them directly to ensure it was not missed.
Character sheets will be reviewed in accordance with the rules laid out above. The sheet needs to use the correct skeleton, containing all the necessary criteria and in accordance with the information laid out in the linked document. If any information in the sheet directly contradicts or misinterprets the lore, it will need to be corrected. If all of the above is met, the character will then be evaluated against the rest of the pending or accepted cast. Each character will be evaluated for what they bring to the group and any completely redundant characters will be given a chance to change or update if there is an open character slot available.
As the GM, I reserve the right to deny, veto or otherwise reject any character application based on any number of factors that I find make the character unfit for this roleplay. This can include player history, perceived literacy, lack of understanding of the game's concept, unruly behaviour in the iCheck/OOC/Discord, towards the GM, and other players or simply a generally poor attitude. If all of the above are met, and the GM does not have any outstanding concerns, then the character and player will be accepted into the roleplay.
Character sheets will be reviewed in accordance with the rules laid out above. The sheet needs to use the correct skeleton, containing all the necessary criteria and in accordance with the information laid out in the linked document. If any information in the sheet directly contradicts or misinterprets the lore, it will need to be corrected. If all of the above is met, the character will then be evaluated against the rest of the pending or accepted cast. Each character will be evaluated for what they bring to the group and any completely redundant characters will be given a chance to change or update if there is an open character slot available.
As the GM, I reserve the right to deny, veto or otherwise reject any character application based on any number of factors that I find make the character unfit for this roleplay. This can include player history, perceived literacy, lack of understanding of the game's concept, unruly behaviour in the iCheck/OOC/Discord, towards the GM, and other players or simply a generally poor attitude. If all of the above are met, and the GM does not have any outstanding concerns, then the character and player will be accepted into the roleplay.
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G E N E R A L P O S T I N G:
P O S T I N G O R D E R:
P U S H I N G T H E P L O T:
R E A C T I O N S:
I N T E R A C T I O N S:
C O L L A B O R A T I V E P O S T S:
S E X U A L C O N T E N T:
There will be absolutely no 'OOC' chatter in the In Character Thread. If you have a question or anything to explain there is an Out Of Character Thread and Discord both provided. You have no excuse to make an 'OOC' comment in the IC and if done it will be heavily frowned upon. Furthermore, remember that you are your character, so act like them. Create or portray their mannerisms, powers, and ideals to how they have been established in the game. Be the character, not just yourself with the character's powers. The notes section of your CS has been provided for such a reason, use it to help yourself remain consistent in character portrayals.
An example of the GM post format has been provided on the Zeroth post of the In Character Tab. This is not a mandatory format and is only a suggestion. Players may use the provided format or model their posts off of it. It is requested that all posts are easily identifiable as to which character is the primary point of view, especially in the event of a collaborative post. Furthermore, it's a good idea to indicate any interactions, or at the very least, if seeking a direct interaction to either talk to the other player(s) publically in the OOC or privately via PM.
Writing expectations for this roleplay are at least two [2] well-developed paragraphs as a minimum per post. Three [3] to five [5] paragraph posts however would be awesome so long as you're not simply chewing the scenery. Proper spelling and grammar are also expected but small mistakes here and there are understandable. Blatant offences will be called out.
You are required to post at least once within a period of fourteen days [14] after the GM plot post advances the RP and once every three weeks or twenty-one [21] days after your last post provided there has been no GM post in between. Extensions will only be given in extenuating circumstances. Please recognize your limitations before joining the RP, if you are unable to post once every fourteen days, then it's highly likely that you do not have enough time to keep up with the RP.
In the event that you do miss the deadline, your character will be listed as 'inactive'. After a further week of inactivity, your character will be expelled, and dealt with as necessary in the IC, whether killed or used as needed and then discarded. This whole process is simply easier if you just let the GM know if you're unable to keep up or simply have lost interest in the RP.
An example of the GM post format has been provided on the Zeroth post of the In Character Tab. This is not a mandatory format and is only a suggestion. Players may use the provided format or model their posts off of it. It is requested that all posts are easily identifiable as to which character is the primary point of view, especially in the event of a collaborative post. Furthermore, it's a good idea to indicate any interactions, or at the very least, if seeking a direct interaction to either talk to the other player(s) publically in the OOC or privately via PM.
Writing expectations for this roleplay are at least two [2] well-developed paragraphs as a minimum per post. Three [3] to five [5] paragraph posts however would be awesome so long as you're not simply chewing the scenery. Proper spelling and grammar are also expected but small mistakes here and there are understandable. Blatant offences will be called out.
You are required to post at least once within a period of fourteen days [14] after the GM plot post advances the RP and once every three weeks or twenty-one [21] days after your last post provided there has been no GM post in between. Extensions will only be given in extenuating circumstances. Please recognize your limitations before joining the RP, if you are unable to post once every fourteen days, then it's highly likely that you do not have enough time to keep up with the RP.
In the event that you do miss the deadline, your character will be listed as 'inactive'. After a further week of inactivity, your character will be expelled, and dealt with as necessary in the IC, whether killed or used as needed and then discarded. This whole process is simply easier if you just let the GM know if you're unable to keep up or simply have lost interest in the RP.
P O S T I N G O R D E R:
There will be no formal posting order for this roleplay. That said, players are asked to wait for others between posts. If there have been no new posts in seven [7] days, then by all means, if you can post again, then please do so. In the event of interacting with another player, please do not consecutively post back-to-back. If it's not going to be a collaborative post, then you are leaving the option for another player to get involved. Please respect that and allow for that option. If this is not the intention, then please use a collaborative post to keep the interaction concise.
Each new scene of the primary plot will begin with a GM post. If you posted last before the GM update, you are free to post immediately again if you so wish. Players are free to run their own character-driven scenes, and those involved will be responsible for driving these plots and determining posting order and frequency.
Each new scene of the primary plot will begin with a GM post. If you posted last before the GM update, you are free to post immediately again if you so wish. Players are free to run their own character-driven scenes, and those involved will be responsible for driving these plots and determining posting order and frequency.
P U S H I N G T H E S C E N E:
Every post should push the scene that the character is involved in. If your post does not add anything to the scene and does not encourage interaction, or reaction, then you may want to rethink your post. Whether it adds to the GM plot, or a personal one, your posts should always add forward motion to keep the scene moving.
Every post should push the scene that the character is involved in. If your post does not add anything to the scene and does not encourage interaction, or reaction, then you may want to rethink your post. Whether it adds to the GM plot, or a personal one, your posts should always add forward motion to keep the scene moving.
P U S H I N G T H E P L O T:
In the same vein as pushing the scene, there will be times when players are required to push the plot. Information specific to you and your character will be sent out via PM or Discord which you can then use to push the plot. This can also be done in collaboration with the GM, especially as your characters grow and develop more throughout the roleplay.
R E A C T I O N S:
Reactionary posts are the bread and butter of every roleplay. Be sure to consistently read all previous replies in order to accurately capture any details, especially those in GM posts and avoid the game of 'post telephone' where one player misinterprets a detail and this misinterpretation becomes persistent across the RP. Try to ensure that while a post may be simply reactionary to a previous one, that it's not entirely just a restating of facts from your character's perspective. As mentioned above, if the post doesn't push the scene, there's not a lot of value to it.
I N T E R A C T I O N S:
Don't be scared to interact with your castmates. Players want to be interacted with and even those who are playing loner characters aren't looking to just go off in the corner of the sandbox.
If you find yourself in a plot with another player and they disappear, do your best to move on without them and quickly finish the arc to the best of your ability, or ask for the help of a GM.
If you find yourself in a plot with another player and they disappear, do your best to move on without them and quickly finish the arc to the best of your ability, or ask for the help of a GM.
C O L L A B O R A T I V E P O S T S:
For situations where the focus is on interaction, a collaborative post is an ideal vessel to quickly and concisely complete the interaction without posting back and forth. Though as the RP is an exercise in collaborative writing, please do not become reliant upon only writing through collabs. Collaborative posts can slow down the RP, and often lead to stagnant periods of inactivity. If working on a collab, please keep the group updated, and if the collab has a natural breaking point, please post it in pieces to push the RP along. If you are only writing collaborative posts, you risk locking yourself and others out of opportunities for interaction. While collaborative posts are a great tool, they can just as quickly become a crutch. Please put as much effort into providing a solo post as you do collaborative ones.
S E X U A L C O N T E N T:
This is an RP involving young adults and I realize that relationships are a part of this. While I have no problem with this I do want it kept in a specific way to avoid breaking any rules, site or otherwise. As part of RPG's official rules, mature content is forbidden. You may, however, use the standard fade-to-black technique if you desire, provided characters are of the legal age of consent. But any content preceding or following should be kept to a PG-13/14A standard (May contain: violence, coarse language and/or sexually suggestive scenes.).
In the interest of protecting underage writers, players above the age of majority [18], shall not write romantic situations or relationships with other players below the age of majority, even if they are within the age of consent. Special consideration can be given to individuals who are both within the age of consent [17 or 18, respectively]. If you enter into writing this kind of content, then it is assumed that both parties are within the same age bracket, whether that is above or below the age of majority [ie, both parties are either above or below the age of 18]. If you are caught lying, you will be evicted from the roleplay and reported to the site staff.
I implore you to keep within the age restrictions set up already by the administration. Please use common sense if you're going to seek a relationship within the RP. You have been warned of my expectations on this matter and should you fail to follow through you will be asked to leave the roleplay and reported for breaking site rules.
In the interest of protecting underage writers, players above the age of majority [18], shall not write romantic situations or relationships with other players below the age of majority, even if they are within the age of consent. Special consideration can be given to individuals who are both within the age of consent [17 or 18, respectively]. If you enter into writing this kind of content, then it is assumed that both parties are within the same age bracket, whether that is above or below the age of majority [ie, both parties are either above or below the age of 18]. If you are caught lying, you will be evicted from the roleplay and reported to the site staff.
I implore you to keep within the age restrictions set up already by the administration. Please use common sense if you're going to seek a relationship within the RP. You have been warned of my expectations on this matter and should you fail to follow through you will be asked to leave the roleplay and reported for breaking site rules.
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C O M M I T M E N T & C O N S I S T E N C Y:
E T I Q U E T T E:
If you join this RP, if you take the time to submit an application, I'm putting my faith in you that you'll be committed to it and that the character you play will be consistent with the one in the agreed-upon CS. Personally, I have a hard time with this sometimes and I understand that things just happen. That said I’m referring to suddenly giving a character new powers with no explanation or completely changing their backstory in order to add new skills. I’m okay with changes but I’d like a heads-up first so perhaps we can work a more natural way towards these things happening. In terms of commitment, dropping out of the RP randomly for whatever reason is a pain or a GM. Simply put, it wastes my time along with the other players.
If you do not think you can join and you're sure something will come up, do not join. Tendency to not care about an RP after a while? Don't join. Simple as that. I will work with you when it comes to bumps in the road. If you think you're going to be out for a couple of days, that's fine. I'll find a way to excuse you from the story or play your character. However, please let the group know as far in advance as possible. If you're going on a trip, tell me something. Do not leave me wondering where you are. Let me know so I can keep things going. I will work around you if you work with me when you can.
If you do not think you can join and you're sure something will come up, do not join. Tendency to not care about an RP after a while? Don't join. Simple as that. I will work with you when it comes to bumps in the road. If you think you're going to be out for a couple of days, that's fine. I'll find a way to excuse you from the story or play your character. However, please let the group know as far in advance as possible. If you're going on a trip, tell me something. Do not leave me wondering where you are. Let me know so I can keep things going. I will work around you if you work with me when you can.
E T I Q U E T T E:
Hyperhumans have enough problems in their world, so let's not bring that here. The goal of any roleplay is first and foremost to have fun. If we don't get along, then that's not going to happen and respectfully, not everyone will get along. If I'm not a good GM for you, then I'd rather we part amicably early on than go on rubbing each other the wrong way. Let us be respectful of one another, their ideas and their posts. Give each other compliments and constructive feedback, let people know you're reading their posts and build each other up. We're all here to tell a story, so let's work together to get the most out of this roleplay.
F . A . Q .:
0 0 1 || I S T H I S A N O R I G I N A L U N I V E R S E ?
0 0 2 || D O R E A L W O R L D L O C A T I O N S E X I S T ?
0 0 3 || W H E N D O E S T H I S T A K E P L A C E ?
0 0 4 || C A N I M A K E A N O R I G I N A L C H A R A C T E R ?
0 0 5 || H O W M A N Y P L A Y E R S W I L L T H E R E B E ?
0 0 6 || W H A T K I N D O F P O W E R S C A N I U S E ?
0 0 7 || C A N I U S E M O R E T H A N O N E C H A R A C T E R ?
0 0 8 || C A N M Y C H A R A C T E R B E A N A N T A G O N I S T ?
0 0 9 || W H A T W I L L T H E P L O T B E L I K E ?
Yes, it is a hard reboot and adaption of my previous original universe RPs.
0 0 2 || D O R E A L W O R L D L O C A T I O N S E X I S T ?
Simply yes, while Crestwood Hollow itself is a fictitious city, it is still set inside the very real state of New Hampshire and country known as the United States of America. Real-world cities such as New York, San Francisco, all exist with no changes outside of the technological advancements made in the lore.
0 0 3 || W H E N D O E S T H I S T A K E P L A C E ?
This roleplay is set seventeen years after the 'Long Night', making the current year 1984. As such, all real-world technology, pop culture, fashion and society should represent the state of the world during the mid-Eighties. If you have any questions or hesitations, a quick Google will likely bring you up to speed.
0 0 4 || C A N I M A K E A N O R I G I N A L C H A R A C T E R ?
Yes, in fact, that would be preferable to adapting a character originally conceived for another RP. However, there is no penalty for re-using a character and it won't slow or affect your acceptance. I just prefer fresh ideas, especially with the Hyperhuman concept.
0 0 5 || H O W M A N Y P L A Y E R S W I L L T H E R E B E ?
The aim is to gather four to six reliable players who will make up the group.
0 0 6 || W H A T K I N D O F P O W E R S C A N I U S E ?
The ideal powersets will be those which allow the character to affect the world around them. Powers that leave the character with physical deformities will be given a low priority in acceptance, as the RP is based on the players attending a public school. Throughout the RP, the character's abilities will grow, so they should be written with development in mind.
0 0 7 || C A N I U S E M O R E T H A N O N E C H A R A C T E R ?
Players will be each afforded one character application, but may round out their character with as many or as few supporting cast members as desired. Due to the circumstances in which players will acquire their abilities, no supporting cast members should be Hyperhumans.
0 0 8 || C A N M Y C H A R A C T E R B E A N A N T A G O N I S T ?
Your character should struggle with morality, after all, suddenly being gifted with powers above those of mere mortals could lead to some overwhelming temptation, whether to get revenge or use them for self-gain. But that said, your character should not spiral out of control, or at least the group should step in before then. The overall idea is that our characters do become heroes in the end.
0 0 9 || W H A T W I L L T H E P L O T B E L I K E ?
The plot will follow a group of students who are being taught to embrace their Hyperhuman nature and learn to use their abilities. The group will ideally bond and grow together eventually leaving the classroom behind to protect their home from both others like them and forces no one has ever seen before.
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Please use the provided skeleton below by using the 'Raw' button. Sections marked 'Optional' are not mandatory for submission.
For coding help, feel free to PM the GM(s) your draft.
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Tiberius Abraham Church
-FBI Agent assigned to the Crestwood Hollow Killer case. Church was turned into a Hyperhuman during the Long Night, but given the subtle nature of his abilities, has been able to keep his Hyperhuman status a secret.
Jonas Levi Schechter
-A new guidance counselor at Mather Memorial. Jonas is also an agent of the Venari, a mundane child of a Jäger who becomes a Hyperhuman through exposure to Veronica Bordeaux.
Henry Duquesne
-A fellow FBI agent assigned to Crestwood Hollow alongside Church. Duquesne believes Hyperhumans are a hoax covering a broader conspiracy to divide the world. Duplicitous, Duquesne is a member of the Magni, determined to get to the root of the Hyperhumans' connection to Ünterland.
Yakob Kowalski
-A leading expert in Hyperhuman biology who lost his wife and child to a Hyperhuman attack.
-FBI Agent assigned to the Crestwood Hollow Killer case. Church was turned into a Hyperhuman during the Long Night, but given the subtle nature of his abilities, has been able to keep his Hyperhuman status a secret.
Jonas Levi Schechter
-A new guidance counselor at Mather Memorial. Jonas is also an agent of the Venari, a mundane child of a Jäger who becomes a Hyperhuman through exposure to Veronica Bordeaux.
Henry Duquesne
-A fellow FBI agent assigned to Crestwood Hollow alongside Church. Duquesne believes Hyperhumans are a hoax covering a broader conspiracy to divide the world. Duplicitous, Duquesne is a member of the Magni, determined to get to the root of the Hyperhumans' connection to Ünterland.
Yakob Kowalski
-A leading expert in Hyperhuman biology who lost his wife and child to a Hyperhuman attack.
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An anachronistic realm built upon cycles of rebirth, separated from the mundane world by the destructive realm known as Limbo. Unterland is a fractured reflection of the world 'above' and a land bathed in strange and powerful mystical energies. At one time, the worlds were one, and magic flowed freely. Still, eventually it was exorcised from the world, and the powerful Venari Council erected Limbo to contain Ünterland, walling both it and its magicks off from the world.
An anachronistic realm built upon cycles of rebirth, separated from the mundane world by the destructive realm known as Limbo. Unterland is a fractured reflection of the world 'above' and a land bathed in strange and powerful mystical energies. At one time, the worlds were one, and magic flowed freely. Still, eventually it was exorcised from the world, and the powerful Venari Council erected Limbo to contain Ünterland, walling both it and its magicks off from the world.
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LOCATION. New York City - Marquee Skydeck
00X. The Rockstar
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Cold water hit the man's face before he swiped his thumb across his nostrils again, inhaled deeply, and waited a moment. James Andrew Gordon, or Jag, as he preferred, stared back at his own reflection. It wasn’t as though it was a foreign appearance. No, there was more grey than he remembered, and his face had filled out more, jowls starting to droop behind a thicker layer of stubble. His eyes looked the same, though, even retaining that familiar haze and telling redness.
But, despite his getting older, the women he kept company with stayed the same age. He could hear her giggling behind him, the strawberry blonde in thick eyeliner. She was wearing a leather skirt that she must have been poured into. Her top, too, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jag had practically spotted her pierced nipples from across the room.
What a pleasant surprise to find out they read ‘suck me’ only moments later. Such luck to enter a party and immediately find a snow bunny who was a fan and bearing party favours.
The Caliburn tramp stamp sealed the deal.
With the fresh snowfall, Jag could feel the pain and anxiety leaving his body, replaced by a cloud-like warmth and an invigorating rush of fresh energy. Downing the glass of amber-hued liquid on the nearby counter beside him, he felt a pair of hands crawl up his abdomen, reaching under his shirt and into his pants, before he spun around and kicked the garbage can towards the door. The clatter of his buckle hitting the floor was quickly diminished as Jag leaned back against the sink, accidentally turning the faucet on while the woman on her knees before him showed the rockstar just how much she adored him.
He had missed this life.
The rush, the thrills, the highs.
Most of all, he had missed being worshipped. The stage was a church, and upon it he was exalted. His music was his gospel, and his body was sacrificed to the ancient power of the music. The concert was his congregation, and those who came to his altar deserved to partake of his body.
He sniffled again, massaging his nostrils against the all too welcome burn. A grunt escaped his lips as the woman between his legs caught him off guard, her hands exploring more than he had bargained for.
Gonna need a drink for that.
He reached around and found the woman's own drink, finishing off the sickeningly sweet beverage before she, too, finished him off. A smile crossed his face behind large framed sunglasses that reflected the LEDs of the swanky bathroom adorning the Marquee.
In this light, she almost looked like his ex-wife; if his ex-wife had an ass with its own zip code. She smacked her lips together, looking up at him longingly before her hands continued to caress and massage his altar.
Worship was far from over.
"Poppy," The name slipped from his lips in a moan while the woman added her hands to the act.
"It's Piper!" She corrected Jag with an indignant screech. “Pip-er! Fuckin’ Piper already!”
"As you wish," Jag replied, easily picking the woman up and spinning her around. Her skirt was already hiked above her waist before Jag had her pinned against the nearby stall wall. Bolts creaked and protested under the rhythmic crashing of bodies. The music from the party beyond the bathroom walls simultaneously drowned their licentious symphony.
Jag was sure her spirit left her body after the third time she came. All feeling had left his lower extremities, numbness in both mind and body washing over him. It made him insatiable as he went again and again until she could take no more and crawled away, panting between animalistic sounds that could only be her soul being dragged back to its mortal coil.
“Done already?”
“You’re not?” Piper managed, “What the actual hell else are you on? Were you trying to split me in half?”
“You didn’t seem to mind,” Jag shrugged, patting his jacket down while looking for a cigarette. He lit one and handed it to the woman before taking a smug drag on a second.
“Holy fuck.” She leaned on the sink to stand, “I’m not going to be able to walk straight for a month.”
“We could double that,” Jag responded, “I saw that cute little asshole wink at me, just beggin’ to be filled. After all, you did put your finger-”
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch me, Jag. I’m done, I’m just-” Piper took a deep breath, “Look, I shouldn’t have done this. But I couldn’t pass up the thrill. This was great, in the most fucked up way, but we shouldn’t have done this.” She winced while taking her first step towards the door.
“I didn’t know you’d be so rough.”
“What’d you fucking expect?” Jag countered, “You didn’t come in here to make love, you came here to fuck.”
“Mmm,” The woman replied, “Yeah, you’re definitely fucked.” She answered, distracted by her own appearance in the mirror. Jag knew all too well the look of disgust. Though generally, it took the women he was with longer to get to that point.
“You’re lucky I don’t go to the press. Clean, loyal, turned over a new leaf, my ass.”
“That ring on your finger pretty much assures me you won’t,” Jag replied, taking another drag off of his cigarette. “He’s a lucky guy, ain’t hard to see why he’d want to lock down an ass like that.”
“Oh, go to hell,” the copper-haired woman replied. “Fuck me, what did I do?”
“You lived your dream, sweetheart. We should all be so lucky.”
“I swear, if you gave me a-”
“I don’t have those.” Jag snapped only to be interrupted by his cellphone. Flicking it open, he put it to his ear.
“Go for Jag,”
“I know what you did!” The singsong voice on the other side of the line replied. “I know what you did! I know what you did!”
“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me!” Jag replied, mashing his thumb against the screen to angrily hang up.
Slamming a folding phone shut used to be a lot more satisfying.
“Look, Poppy-” He started, spinning back around to address the woman again, but Piper was gone. Her ripped panties on the bathroom floor were the only evidence she had been there.
“Fuck! How am I gonna get another hit?” Jag cursed, tapping his thumb to his nose again before straightening his jacket and rejoining the party. His neck craned left and right as he looked for any sign of Piper, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.
It was, after all, New Year's Eve in New York City. The Skydeck was packed shoulder to shoulder as Jag pushed his way through the crowd. Sweat beaded on his brow as the lights and sound became almost disorientating.
He needed some air.
Heading towards the balcony, Jag suddenly felt a pair of small hands over his eyes. A singsong giggle behind him was followed by the feeling of a very familiar pair of tits pressed up against the small of his back.
“Guess who?”
“Oh, this is hard,” Jag replied, playing along. “Give me a hint?”
“Hmm, well, it’s someone blonde, short, sweet and who totally rocked your world last night.” The ‘mystery’ woman replied.
“Did I have a date with Sabrina Carpenter last night?”
“Hey!”
Jag took hold of the woman's hands and spun her around in front of him, planting a kiss on her lips before wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m just teasin’, sweet cheeks. Of course, I knew it was you.” He replied while embracing his girlfriend, Tamara Flowers.
“You smell like smoke and booze.”
“It is a party,” Jag replied innocently.
“But you’re behaving?” Tamara asked with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s not a fair question, you know I aim to misbehave,” Jag replied as Tamara stood up on her tiptoes.
“Then I guess I’ll have to give you a spanking later.” Her hot breath against Jag’s ear sent a shiver down his spine before her teeth playfully nibbled his earlobe.
“Guess I should find some more trouble to get into,” Jag replied, whispering into Tamara’s own ear.
“You do that,” Tamara replied with a wink.
“Tamara Flowers and the legend himself, Jag,” A woman’s voice interrupted the lovers’ flirting.
“Do you have time for some words on the record?”
“Who the hell are you with?” Jag answered, stepping in front of Tamara and putting himself between her and the woman.
“Josie Tatl, Tatl-Tales.”
“Tattletales?” Jag replied with a smirk.
“No, it’s Tatl-Tales. You may have heard of me. I'm an independent reporter.”
“That’s what he said,” Tamara argued.
“Uh, sweet cheeks?” Jag asked Tamara, “What’s a ‘vlog’?”
“It’s like a video blog, boo-boo.”
“Blog?”
“It’s- it doesn’t really matter. How about it - are you open to some questions?” Josie interjected, trying to steer the conversation back on course.
“Eh, with a face like that, darlin’, I’m sure you can say whatever you’d like,” Jag replied as Tamara smiled.
“I’ve always heard you were an incorrigible flirt, Mr. Jag. Speaking of which, is this whole relationship you have with Miss Flowers a ploy? You’ve never been a one-woman kind of man, and many people are speculating this is some sort of fabricated public relations to mend you imagine as a drunkard, an addict and a lecherous adulterer. Do you have anything to say about that?”
“James and I are in love,” Tamara protested, “He’s never done anything to hurt me.”
“Nothing?” Josie replied, “Just earlier, I witnessed Mr. Jag and another woman enter the restroom together.”
“She was a fan,” Jag replied, waving his hand apathetically at the question. “I’m known for givin’ private audiences with my fans, and there weren’t a lot of other options available here.”
“Do they often leave these ‘audiences’ missing their panties?”
“Boo-boo!” Tamara exclaimed.
“In the old days, yes.” Jag replied smugly, “But ever since Tamara, I’ve turned my life around. You wouldn’t know it lookin’ at her, but this little firecracker is more than enough woman for me. I can’t even begin to tell you all the depraved things we get up to.”
“Shush, you,” Tamara flushed red, “You’re embarrassin’ me.”
“That still doesn’t explain earlier tonight.” Josie prodded further.
“She wanted me to have, what can I say, women have been throwin’ their panties and bras at rockstars for as long as there’s been rock ‘n roll. It’s the burden of being the subject of their worship.”
“Hell, I’ve had a few thrown at me, Miss Tattle,” Tamara interjected.
“Oh, honey,” Josie replied, looking sympathetically at Tamara before turning her attention back to Jag.
“I also found this baggy in the restr-” She began, holding up a small plastic baggy clearly holding the residue of some sort of white powder.
“I wouldn’t be pickin’ things like that up from a bathroom, Josie,” Jag replied dismissively, “But I think that’s enough questions for now. If you don’t mind, this is a party and my sweet cheeks needs a drink.” Jag added, giving a playful smack to Tamara’s ass that elicited an excited squeal from between her lips.
“I’ll find you later then,” Josie called.
“Yeah,” Jag muttered.
“You do that.”
But, despite his getting older, the women he kept company with stayed the same age. He could hear her giggling behind him, the strawberry blonde in thick eyeliner. She was wearing a leather skirt that she must have been poured into. Her top, too, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jag had practically spotted her pierced nipples from across the room.
What a pleasant surprise to find out they read ‘suck me’ only moments later. Such luck to enter a party and immediately find a snow bunny who was a fan and bearing party favours.
The Caliburn tramp stamp sealed the deal.
With the fresh snowfall, Jag could feel the pain and anxiety leaving his body, replaced by a cloud-like warmth and an invigorating rush of fresh energy. Downing the glass of amber-hued liquid on the nearby counter beside him, he felt a pair of hands crawl up his abdomen, reaching under his shirt and into his pants, before he spun around and kicked the garbage can towards the door. The clatter of his buckle hitting the floor was quickly diminished as Jag leaned back against the sink, accidentally turning the faucet on while the woman on her knees before him showed the rockstar just how much she adored him.
He had missed this life.
The rush, the thrills, the highs.
Most of all, he had missed being worshipped. The stage was a church, and upon it he was exalted. His music was his gospel, and his body was sacrificed to the ancient power of the music. The concert was his congregation, and those who came to his altar deserved to partake of his body.
He sniffled again, massaging his nostrils against the all too welcome burn. A grunt escaped his lips as the woman between his legs caught him off guard, her hands exploring more than he had bargained for.
Gonna need a drink for that.
He reached around and found the woman's own drink, finishing off the sickeningly sweet beverage before she, too, finished him off. A smile crossed his face behind large framed sunglasses that reflected the LEDs of the swanky bathroom adorning the Marquee.
In this light, she almost looked like his ex-wife; if his ex-wife had an ass with its own zip code. She smacked her lips together, looking up at him longingly before her hands continued to caress and massage his altar.
Worship was far from over.
"Poppy," The name slipped from his lips in a moan while the woman added her hands to the act.
"It's Piper!" She corrected Jag with an indignant screech. “Pip-er! Fuckin’ Piper already!”
"As you wish," Jag replied, easily picking the woman up and spinning her around. Her skirt was already hiked above her waist before Jag had her pinned against the nearby stall wall. Bolts creaked and protested under the rhythmic crashing of bodies. The music from the party beyond the bathroom walls simultaneously drowned their licentious symphony.
Jag was sure her spirit left her body after the third time she came. All feeling had left his lower extremities, numbness in both mind and body washing over him. It made him insatiable as he went again and again until she could take no more and crawled away, panting between animalistic sounds that could only be her soul being dragged back to its mortal coil.
“Done already?”
“You’re not?” Piper managed, “What the actual hell else are you on? Were you trying to split me in half?”
“You didn’t seem to mind,” Jag shrugged, patting his jacket down while looking for a cigarette. He lit one and handed it to the woman before taking a smug drag on a second.
“Holy fuck.” She leaned on the sink to stand, “I’m not going to be able to walk straight for a month.”
“We could double that,” Jag responded, “I saw that cute little asshole wink at me, just beggin’ to be filled. After all, you did put your finger-”
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch me, Jag. I’m done, I’m just-” Piper took a deep breath, “Look, I shouldn’t have done this. But I couldn’t pass up the thrill. This was great, in the most fucked up way, but we shouldn’t have done this.” She winced while taking her first step towards the door.
“I didn’t know you’d be so rough.”
“What’d you fucking expect?” Jag countered, “You didn’t come in here to make love, you came here to fuck.”
“Mmm,” The woman replied, “Yeah, you’re definitely fucked.” She answered, distracted by her own appearance in the mirror. Jag knew all too well the look of disgust. Though generally, it took the women he was with longer to get to that point.
“You’re lucky I don’t go to the press. Clean, loyal, turned over a new leaf, my ass.”
“That ring on your finger pretty much assures me you won’t,” Jag replied, taking another drag off of his cigarette. “He’s a lucky guy, ain’t hard to see why he’d want to lock down an ass like that.”
“Oh, go to hell,” the copper-haired woman replied. “Fuck me, what did I do?”
“You lived your dream, sweetheart. We should all be so lucky.”
“I swear, if you gave me a-”
“I don’t have those.” Jag snapped only to be interrupted by his cellphone. Flicking it open, he put it to his ear.
“Go for Jag,”
“I know what you did!” The singsong voice on the other side of the line replied. “I know what you did! I know what you did!”
“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me!” Jag replied, mashing his thumb against the screen to angrily hang up.
Slamming a folding phone shut used to be a lot more satisfying.
“Look, Poppy-” He started, spinning back around to address the woman again, but Piper was gone. Her ripped panties on the bathroom floor were the only evidence she had been there.
“Fuck! How am I gonna get another hit?” Jag cursed, tapping his thumb to his nose again before straightening his jacket and rejoining the party. His neck craned left and right as he looked for any sign of Piper, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.
It was, after all, New Year's Eve in New York City. The Skydeck was packed shoulder to shoulder as Jag pushed his way through the crowd. Sweat beaded on his brow as the lights and sound became almost disorientating.
He needed some air.
Heading towards the balcony, Jag suddenly felt a pair of small hands over his eyes. A singsong giggle behind him was followed by the feeling of a very familiar pair of tits pressed up against the small of his back.
“Guess who?”
“Oh, this is hard,” Jag replied, playing along. “Give me a hint?”
“Hmm, well, it’s someone blonde, short, sweet and who totally rocked your world last night.” The ‘mystery’ woman replied.
“Did I have a date with Sabrina Carpenter last night?”
“Hey!”
Jag took hold of the woman's hands and spun her around in front of him, planting a kiss on her lips before wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m just teasin’, sweet cheeks. Of course, I knew it was you.” He replied while embracing his girlfriend, Tamara Flowers.
“You smell like smoke and booze.”
“It is a party,” Jag replied innocently.
“But you’re behaving?” Tamara asked with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s not a fair question, you know I aim to misbehave,” Jag replied as Tamara stood up on her tiptoes.
“Then I guess I’ll have to give you a spanking later.” Her hot breath against Jag’s ear sent a shiver down his spine before her teeth playfully nibbled his earlobe.
“Guess I should find some more trouble to get into,” Jag replied, whispering into Tamara’s own ear.
“You do that,” Tamara replied with a wink.
“Tamara Flowers and the legend himself, Jag,” A woman’s voice interrupted the lovers’ flirting.
“Do you have time for some words on the record?”
“Who the hell are you with?” Jag answered, stepping in front of Tamara and putting himself between her and the woman.
“Josie Tatl, Tatl-Tales.”
“Tattletales?” Jag replied with a smirk.
“No, it’s Tatl-Tales. You may have heard of me. I'm an independent reporter.”
“That’s what he said,” Tamara argued.
“Uh, sweet cheeks?” Jag asked Tamara, “What’s a ‘vlog’?”
“It’s like a video blog, boo-boo.”
“Blog?”
“It’s- it doesn’t really matter. How about it - are you open to some questions?” Josie interjected, trying to steer the conversation back on course.
“Eh, with a face like that, darlin’, I’m sure you can say whatever you’d like,” Jag replied as Tamara smiled.
“I’ve always heard you were an incorrigible flirt, Mr. Jag. Speaking of which, is this whole relationship you have with Miss Flowers a ploy? You’ve never been a one-woman kind of man, and many people are speculating this is some sort of fabricated public relations to mend you imagine as a drunkard, an addict and a lecherous adulterer. Do you have anything to say about that?”
“James and I are in love,” Tamara protested, “He’s never done anything to hurt me.”
“Nothing?” Josie replied, “Just earlier, I witnessed Mr. Jag and another woman enter the restroom together.”
“She was a fan,” Jag replied, waving his hand apathetically at the question. “I’m known for givin’ private audiences with my fans, and there weren’t a lot of other options available here.”
“Do they often leave these ‘audiences’ missing their panties?”
“Boo-boo!” Tamara exclaimed.
“In the old days, yes.” Jag replied smugly, “But ever since Tamara, I’ve turned my life around. You wouldn’t know it lookin’ at her, but this little firecracker is more than enough woman for me. I can’t even begin to tell you all the depraved things we get up to.”
“Shush, you,” Tamara flushed red, “You’re embarrassin’ me.”
“That still doesn’t explain earlier tonight.” Josie prodded further.
“She wanted me to have, what can I say, women have been throwin’ their panties and bras at rockstars for as long as there’s been rock ‘n roll. It’s the burden of being the subject of their worship.”
“Hell, I’ve had a few thrown at me, Miss Tattle,” Tamara interjected.
“Oh, honey,” Josie replied, looking sympathetically at Tamara before turning her attention back to Jag.
“I also found this baggy in the restr-” She began, holding up a small plastic baggy clearly holding the residue of some sort of white powder.
“I wouldn’t be pickin’ things like that up from a bathroom, Josie,” Jag replied dismissively, “But I think that’s enough questions for now. If you don’t mind, this is a party and my sweet cheeks needs a drink.” Jag added, giving a playful smack to Tamara’s ass that elicited an excited squeal from between her lips.
“I’ll find you later then,” Josie called.
“Yeah,” Jag muttered.
“You do that.”
Nosey bitch.
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The dust-filled storage room was quiet, save for the servos whirring of a lone astromech droid. Carefully cataloguing the eccentric owner's collection of parts for droids, vehicles and ships alike, the lone R4 unit kept watch for any sign of the Ardennian shopkeeper. It was nearly impossible to keep the shop clean on account of the nearby quarry and smelting refinery.
Tregallon was a resource-rich planet that had been heavily mined for as long as any recorded history could remember. It was a miracle that the planet still contained vast forested areas that broke up the monotony of the arid dustbowls left behind by vicious strip mining. Most of the valuable minerals used in the production of durasteel and electronics had been claimed by the Trade Federation several decades ago. Now, most of the mining on Tregallon was stable forms of Azetal and Cyanogen, which resulted in very niche trading agreements.
Or at least it did before the blockade.
Tregallon was a resource-rich planet that had been heavily mined for as long as any recorded history could remember. It was a miracle that the planet still contained vast forested areas that broke up the monotony of the arid dustbowls left behind by vicious strip mining. Most of the valuable minerals used in the production of durasteel and electronics had been claimed by the Trade Federation several decades ago. Now, most of the mining on Tregallon was stable forms of Azetal and Cyanogen, which resulted in very niche trading agreements.
Or at least it did before the blockade.
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