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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

At a junkyard in nortj Hollywood, Elijah was busy destroying the stolen car. A junkyard was an ideal place for a safe house, mostly because of all the metal around him. If there worst were to happen it wouldn't be all that hard to get away. It also being in North Hollywood meant if he needed to he could skip out of the city quickly. All of which were important in his line of work. In his mind driving north to an airport in Oregon was just as quick as going through LAX.

Pulling into the junkyard Elijah found a place to park the stolen car in the back of lot. The building that wasn't too different from any other eight bay mechanic shop. He owned the last two for all intents and purposes. The very last one was where he kept all his gear. Anything and everything he could need for working in Los Angeles, clothing, weapons, ammo and his motorcycle. The second to last where he parked the stolen car was little more than a chop shop. It was easier and more profitable to steal a car valued at over a 100k and bring it here to scrapped for parts than it was paying out of pocket for the space and access at any time. Leaving the keys in the car he grabbed his helmet and opened his personal bay.

His person bay contained a motorcycle lift in the center, the bike that sat upon it was his Triumph 675R. Along the back was a work bench bookended by two rolling red tool boxes filled with every tool one would need to work on both his bikes. His work bench contain a vise grip, lamp and while not large it had plenty of room to work. Along the right wall was what he called his working clothes. It was little more than a than three racks, each for a different purposes. One rack was for clothing, both is casual everyday grab and his mercenary garb. Next was a boot rack, then one for his helmets. He held a deep pride in his helmets. Even though they all looked the same, each was very different from one another. One was built with Kevlar, another made for shock absorption still another made for communication . Ten helmets sat in two rows of five, one row on top of the other, each with a different purpose.

The left wall was he called his "Assault Wall." It was mostly guns, ammo, explosives and yet again another work bench. This one was for cleaning and repairing his weapons as well bomb building. Elijah had very little need for bombs, as such his skills didn't extend much past pipe bombs and simple explosives. There wasn't many things that he couldn't destroy without any help. Still when needed the loud bangs worked wonderfully for distractions.

Elijah walked to the bench on his Assault Wall and picked up his FNP .45 as well as a one of his pocket knives. Placing his weapons in their respective places on his body and turned his attention to his motorcycle. After getting it off the lift and putting on his helmet, he was off to a bar, that he was known at but didn't attend regularly. This was his meeting place for certain clients, one that he wasn't all that worried about repeat business.

Upon walking in he was greeted by the bar keep. After a drink or two Elijah made a phone call to his latest client but before making use of the outside seating. Elijah gave him directions and waited for him to arrive outside of the bar. Once the client was in earshot of Elijah, he spoke calmly and never looked at the client. "Go inside and get two beets, come back out with two cigarettes and the drinks. Not a word until then."He did as he was told and took a seat next Elijah.

"Thank you for helping my family get through. Justice will help the healing process." The client said in full sincerity. Elijah couldn't help but laugh. "All its going to do is help you lose a lot of sleep. Killing him wasn't justice, there is no justice in sending someone to do your dirty work... All you sought was a cowards way out. You've done nothing noble, you just hired someone to to burn some trash. I know you spent a lot of money to find me, every penny I can finds will be given back to you to help that little girl see a shrink. I don't care if you need the money or not, thats what is going to happen. The moment I find otherwise, I'll kill each member of your family right in front of you. Agreed?" His question answered itself by Elijah's tone and the client knew he wasn't lying. "You got the tab, pay it and leave. I'll be watching out for that little girl. I'll call the debt paid for one. I'll need a favor one day, its going to be in your best intrest not to say no." Eli waved him off.

"Thank you sir, thank you so much." Those were the last words before the man scurried away. The moment he was gone, Elijah started singing to himself.

I've jeopardized my safety
Everywhere I go
'Cause everybody knows me
Down in the valleys of Mexico

But Christ I must of lost my mind
I never figured Jesus for the jealous guy
A stronger man will never know
'Til you hear him singing from the church window

She said, "Everyone wants to be alone, until they are alone.
Everybody wants to be alone, until they are alone..."


Elijah lit one of the cigarettes and started work on his third beer. At least it was a lovely day to commit a murder. He had a feeling that this day wasn't going to end anytime soon. He smiled as his phone rang and he saw the name.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

@ Silent Nothing major has happened. Elijah killed a child rapist and torched his house, Saint was caught up in some sort of explosion and its seems like everyone is reaction to Saints post. Cypress is doing some diva thing, X made a deal and told another person to piss off while plotting something for the heros and thats all I can think of at the moment.

My next post is going to be at a bar. If you are looking for entry point, feel free.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

RumikoOhara said
I'm resisting making another post as Friction (Cypress)Heck I've already written a long post in my notes that'll be edited just before post to fit the situation

Do it, do it now.

InFamous: Generations

Since this is dead, much to both our chagrin. What was going to happen over all?

InFamous: Generations

So I guess we are calling this dead then. Shame. I really loved this RP.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Elijah was sitting behind a beautiful mahogany desk. It was a wondrous handcrafted work of art, it was easy to see who ever made this truly loved their craft. It was also easy to see that whoever paid for it paid out the ass. It was to be expect as such, the custom made desk sent out message. It clear stated decadence, wealth, sophistication and power. Every inch of the hand made was a sight to behold... If you are into that sort of thing. It was without a doubt something that Elijah was not into. Sitting in a chair warp in soft and sleep worthy leather, his feet on top of this desk.The chair had to be made of some over the top material like Alligator or Ponies or some other sick and twisted thing that people with too much money buy. He sat with his feet up and his helmet off, sitting on the desk facing the door. He wanted to the man he was about to violently kill to know exact who it was and why he was going to do it. Still there was time to relax and have a little fun.

Elijah had a laptop open with an old country song playing. Sing along with a smile on this face and mouthing the sounds of the music during the vocals, and no sing along would be complete without playing the air instrument of his choice. One song lead to another, which lead to another. Before long Elijah's target had come into view. It took a minute for Eli to even notice someone else was in the room with him. He was caught off guard, the price you paid for being distracted. Once he saw his target, Elijah couldn't help but jump to his feet.

"Davey!" Elijah proclaimed. "Davey, come on in here and have seat. We have got to talk without delay." Elijah came rushing around the desk and ushered to him to a seat across the desk. As David was put into the selected chair, his face wore a look of confusion and uncertainty. "What...? What do we have to talk about Eli? And why do you look like that insane pyro running around town?" Elijah couldn't help but smile at the accusation. "Well Davey, I am that pyro." Elijah stated as if he was commenting on the weather. "As you know, we've been friends for a few months now and there has been... Some... unsettling things that have been said to me." Elijah took a deep breath and continued. "See I remember at the your sons birthday party the other week that, uh... comment you made about those two little girls. You remember right? Check those asses, put both of them together and their age become twenty-four. Sex before eight or its too late... Yeah." As soon as he finished speaking Elijah punched David in the face as hard as could form where he was sitting. David went from being a prototypical Hollywood big shot, to being just another person being unceremoniously killed by Elijahs Eruption powers.

David slowly got to his feet. "What the hell are you doing in my house!" Elijah quickly grabbed his helmet and slapped David in the face with it. Replacing the helmet back on the desk Elijah continued with his inquiry but not before correcting him. "Do. Not. Interrupt. Me. Davey" Elijah's voice was stern and angry. "So, that comment plus your past... Shall we say allegations? A family down the way from here has decided that you have raped their little girl Davey. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Davids eyes widen in horror. Shock, confusion and utter terror ran across Davids face. Stuttering and stammering throughout he tried to explain that the charges were dropped and nothing was ever proven. Like most of trials that involved the rich and powerful, nothing came of trail, all charges were dropped and justice was never served. All because they have the money and a small army of attorneys. Everyone that knew about the trail knew that he was guilty, but a technicality let him go free. An obscure law from the 1850's let him off the hook. While Elijah didn't normally care or get caught up in matters like this. He hated anyone that would harm a child, especially those that would rape or molest a little girl.

"Now I noticed that, nowhere in that little incoherent ramblings did you say that you didn't do it. That's... That's a big shame Davey." The gravity of the situation finally hit David. The fight or flight instinct was starting to kick in, the instinct was fight. It was easy and clear on his face that David was going to try something stupid in effort to not only live but kill Elijah. It was cute in its own way, the fact that David thought he had a chance to survive was just so adorable. "Davey, I get it, you think can win this but you can't." David broke in hurriedly. "Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it. Triple it if I have too! We can work this out! No one has to die!" Elijah couldn't help but smile. "Yes, yes you do have to die Davey. Plus It'd be rude to refund the twenty dollars they paid me."

"Twenty dollars!" David shouted. Elijah smile again and sat back on the desk. "Yep, you're only worth twenty bucks in gas money and now this conversation is over." With that said Elijah sent an elbow crashing down on Davids eye. Just as soon as he could he drew back and punched him again. This repeated until David was knocked out of the chair. David's face was already a bloody mess and it had only been a couple of punches. David had a soft face and even softer body. One born out of an easy life or at least one thats existed behind a desk. The exact opposite of Elijahs, his was a body made from a hard living and a great many ass kickings.

Elijah grabbed a leg and yanked hard on it. The goal was to flatten David out, and it worked just has he had hoped. As David's was flattened out on his stomach, Elijah let his plan into motion. Elijah calmly lifted his foot as it erupted into flames. He drew his leg back and kicked David sight in the ass. With his leg burning white hot, Elijahs foot went into David's body and came out just above the lower back. Every single inch of the wound was already cauterized. The Yelling and screaming only lasted for a few minutes. It had to be agonizing, painful and horrifying. Elijah had no idea how bad it hurt, but he had every idea of how hard it was to watch. He knew one could not compare to the other, but Elijah told himself that it did. After a growing tired of the yelling and screaming, Elijah walked up and erupted his right hand. After a moment or two Elijah snapped his fingers and his arm went full Nova and he sent a blast so hot that it not only incarnated but it also burned through the flooring as well. It was just then the idea of burning the house down. So with a few blasts of fire hear and there. It didn't take long before the room was up in flames. He disengaged his powers and calmly started to walk out.

Helmet in hand he stopped and reflected for a few seconds, not any longer, he didn't have the time. Just as soon as he was done he went back to that old song he was playing earlier. Back he went to singing, back he went to vocalizing the bass line. He couldn't help but feeling as if he should feel bad about what he did. Then he remember that little girl and just smile.

It was hotel, motel time. It didn't matter where he went he just couldn't stay there. After picking out a car from the many that David used to own, Elijah simply got in and drove away. The keys were as always tucked away in the center console. After a few hours at a bar, he'd ditch the car and make his way back home. Simple and clean, just the way it should be. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, synced it with the newly stolen car. He issued a few commands all which lead him to the goal of contacting those that let him loose on David. "It's done. I'll make contact with you in the next few days for payment. Do not even try to make contact without hearing from me. Till then." Elijah hung up and made his way to a safe house he maintained. After he changed clothes he would head to bar he enjoyed, but not before getting rid of the car. The only thing there was to do now was to crank up the radio and enjoy the ride.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

I'm just a loss for what to post.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I changed mine to merc.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

has anyone noticed that most all of the female characters are corporate?

Also Stephen changes are made to the CS.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Holy hopping chirst on a crunch you guys post fast.

Name: Elijah Craigh
Alias(s): None given to him yet.
Age: 27
Affiliations: Mercs

Description: Elijah is a simple man, preferring jeans and boots over suits although he does own one. He does however tend to favor somewhat nice button up shirts with the sleeves rolled just below the elbows. His style of dress matches well with ruggedly handsome face. Adorned with dark hair and even darker eyes. He owns a blue and white motorcycle jacket that he can be seen wearing more often than not.

In costume he is still of the simple minded. A Red carbon fiber, full faced helmet with a slim profile and black eyes covers his head. A black long sleeve combat shirt with red and yellow flaming dragon across the chest. Integrated with split armor plates across his torso, this provides just as much mobility as it does protection. His bottom half his covered in jeans and black combat boots. His hands are clothed in combat gloves as well. Simple yet effective.

His 5’11 frame is covered by a lean 200 pounds worth of muscle and organs. While heavy you would never expect it. Even upon close close inspection one would think he’d he was closer to 180 pounds. A lean athletic frame that is built more on running and endurance than it is through brute power.

Powers: Erupting/Burning body: His primary ability to envelop his body in fiery plasma without harm to himself, in which form he is able to fly by providing thrust behind himself with his own flame, and to generate powerful streams and/or balls of flame. He can also manipulate his flame in such a way as to shape it into rings and other forms. Even when not engulfed in flame himself, Elijah has the ability to control any fire within his immediate range of vision, causing it to increase or decrease in intensity or to move in a pattern directed by his thoughts. Additionally, he is able to absorb fire/plasma into his body with no detrimental effects. He has shown the ability to detect heat signatures (infra-red vision)

The plasma field immediately surrounding his body is sufficiently hot enough to vaporize projectiles that approach him, including but not limited to bullets. He does not generally extend this flame-aura beyond a few inches from his skin, so as not to ignite nearby objects. Elijah refers to his maximum flame output as his "nova flame," which he can release omnidirectional. Flame of any temperature lower than this cannot burn or harm him. This "nova" effect can occur spontaneously when he absorbs an excessive amount of heat, although he can momentarily suppress the release when necessary, with considerable effort. Storm can also direct momentary beams of "nova heat" as a weapon.

Elijah has demonstrated enough control that he can hold a person while in his flame form without his passenger feeling discomforting heat. His knowledge extends to general information about fire as well. In one instance when poisoned, Elijah superheated his blood to burn the toxin out.
Elijah ability to ignite himself is limited by the quantity of oxygen in his environment, and his personal flame has been extinguished by sufficient quantities of water, flame retardant foam, and vacuum environments.He can reignite instantly once oxygen is returned, with no ill effects. He can however only ignite certain parts of his body. A hand, foot, or any other limb as the situation needs.

There are however many limitations that come with his powers. Elijah does have a time limit on the use of his powers. For example in his full body he has a maximum time limit of 3 to 5 minutes. This time limit however grows exponentially when only using a single limb such as hand or a foot, meaning around 30 minutes. This time is lessened when he goes full Nova. Both is Erupting form and his full Nova form cause some level of stress on his body. If he pushes too hard he could pass out. Another problem he has, would be a lack of oxygen. His eruption form could be used indoors or underground but not without risk. His Nova forms burn oxygen up so quickly, that hes been left lying on the floor, gagging. Even outside he has to be cautious, because he can harm his allies with oxygen deprivation just as much as your enemies. Just being close to Elijah can be very draining.

Skills: Through years of hard work, a little stupidity and some help from military. Elijah has cultivate a massive skill set in hand to hand combat, and small arms combat. His close to midrange marksmanship skills are top notch, though he leaves something to be desired in long range shooting.

So long as the vehicle doesn't have much in the way of computers Elijah can serve as an above average mechanic. Much more skilled in motorcycles than cars. This holds true in his ability to ride a motorcycle as opposed to driving a car.

Equipment: Seeing as his powers are based strictly on the amount oxygen. Elijah has a couple of secondary weapons. An FNP .45 Tactical, three spare clips and two pocket knives. One a straight edge lock blade the other is a more tactical weapon, a fixed blade with a tanto tip and a serrated blade.

In his normal everyday life Elijah carries little more than a razor sharp pocket knife and the newest cellphone. He does however own two motorcycles. One a white and blue BMW HP4 and the other a black Triumph 675R with gold wheels and accents.

Ranking: Rank B that can rise to an A

I'm working on the background now, I wanted to get this in before another five people submitted CS.