Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
Name:Danny Kingston Superhero Name: HotShot Age: 17 Birthday: July 19th, 2021 Birth Place: Genosha Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Species: Mutant Recommender: Maximillian Gray, X-Men Languages: English, French
Appearance
Height: 5â 8â Weight: 140 Build: Wiry Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown (regularly dyes it black) Skin Tone: White Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None Personal Style: Danni's style is anything and everything. Some days he feels grunge, some days he feels punk, and others he feels artsy; when he's feeling bold, he'll mix and match without a care. He loves fashion and trendsetting is as fashionable as you can get. He's comfortable in anything, skirts, shirts, jackets, heels, sneakers, boots--his motto is "When I wear it, I'll fucking rock it!"
Sexuality: Demi-sexual Relationship Status: Single Alignment: Chaotic good Personality: A difficult one to stay mad at for long, Danni is a highly energetic, fun loving, touchy feely golden retriever. He makes friends as easily as he breathes, and he attaches quickly and deeply with little more than a few days' time. He bounces rather than walks, sings rather than talks, and finds something to enjoy in every situation. He can make sunshine out of rain clouds and always has a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold, and a conversation to ease away the sting of all the unpleasantness life brings. He's silly and ditzy, seemingly directionless at times, but he cares deeply for those around him.
Of course, he isn't all fun and games. Danni's emotional state can fluctuate wildly, especially when he feels like he isn't being included or appreciated. He is used to being able to command all the attention at home, doted on left and right by his parents and family, but handles rejection, real or perceived, very poorly. He's the waterworks kind of kid, rather than the feet stomping, ground pounding kind, and he'll start sniffling if he even gets an inkling someone might tell him no. He is demanding of people's time, rarely pausing to consider that maybe not everyone likes a gangly teenager in their lap yapping away at a mile an hour, and rarely respects people's personal boundaries, always pushing, pushing, pushing until something snaps.
Habits:
Sings things he could just say when excited.
Dances to the music in his head while walking or standing.
Chews on pens and pencils (or anything in his hand really.)
Fiddles with his locket when anxious.
Hobbies:
Cooking
Watching musicals
Running KingstonsKitchen
Dancing
Gossiping
Fears:
Snakes
Abandonment
Small, enclosed spaces
Likes:
Fashion
Coffee
Magic Tricks
Musical Theater
Explosions
Social Media
Dislikes:
Snakes
Being ignored
Suspense movies
Insects
Silence
The X-Men
Cards On The Table
Powers:
Pyrokinesis (Generation, Manipulation)
General World Skills:
Acting
Photography
Sleight of Hand
Dancing
Cooking
Fashion Sense
Combat Skills:
Hand to Hand Combat
Tag, You're it! - A battle maneuver with Dorian, Danny creates a distraction so Dorian can possess him without notice. Danny then gets into hand to hand combat with a target and during the fight, Dorian transfers his possession to the target so it happens without detection.
HotShot (small, concentrated burst of finger from his finger tips.)
Coursework:
Traditional - put down 4 class suggestions
1 - Stage Craft
2 - Intro to Film Studies
3 - Psychology
4 - Art History
Superheroics - put down 4 class suggestions
1- Crisis & Disaster Management
2 - Combat 301
3 - Crime Scene Investigation
4 - Elemental Manipulation
Medical Issues/Injuries:
ADHD
Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characterâs possessions. For items kept in the dorm, put a *. Students are allowed pets.
Backpack - wallet (state ID, debit card, crumpled mess of receipts), EZ Fire Spray, burn cream, lip balm, sun screen, notebooks, various colored gel pens, sticks of gum, glow in the dark Halloween stickers, playing cards, a side pocket of bang snaps, phone
DSLR Camera*
Skin Care Kit*
Box of condoms*
Individual Photos of James, Casper, Jack, Max, Ben, Sunshine, Marrow, and Mamie Elli in picture frames*
Adderall (ADHA medication)
Laptop*
Portable Electric Cooking Stove*
Dragon Egg
History
Family:
James Kingston (Father) - Pops
Casper Kingston (Father) - Papa
Jacques Theriot (Uncle) - Uncle J
Ăliette Theriot (Grandmother) - Mamie Elie
Lavinia (Cousin) - Vinnie
Maximillian Gray (Godfather) - Maxie
Ben Havgrees (Godfather) - Benjie
Dorian Gray (Sibling) - Dee (Hauntling when Danny's being a little shit)
Sunshine - Auntie S
Marrow - Auntie M
How did you discover your powers: One fateful night all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. At least, thatâs how it should have been. Instead, 12 year old Danni Kingston was creeping through his home, double socked and all in black. Surrounded by glittering baubles he and his parents picked out and strung up while dancing to every Christmas song known to man, why was Danni, a long time resident of the Kingston household, creeping through his familyâs home like a common burglar, phone in hand and already recording, at 2am on Christmas?
Heâs out to prove Santa is real.
There were always presents under the tree from Santa and Danni knew all sorts of people who could do cool shit. Maxie could teleport and Papa could kiki with ghosts and Pops started someoneâs heart just by laying his hands on her shoulders and all sorts of other cool shit! Why couldnât there be a mutant that moves really fast and likes to give toys? Heâd show that bitch heâs real and make her say sorry for calling his Pops a liar.
He froze when he heard the faintest creak coming from around the corner and strange shuffling noises. He stifled a giggle but couldnât help the pleased jig and all but skipped to the corner. Sure, the noises were a little weird now, like something clicked and then another nose that sounded like shampoo coming out of a bottle and a weird groan but maybe Santa used hair products or something. Moving that fast probably gave you a cowlick between every house!
Danny leapt around the corner, camera up and recording, but instead of a jolly, white haired bear in his living room, all he found was Papa and Pops wrestling. Naked. With Popâs hand over Papaâs mouth and moving funny. Danni frowned at the sight. It took a brief second or two to process, and then it hit him.
He didnât realize he was screaming until, in a flurry of limbs, Pops managed to snag a blanket and cover them. He didnât realize something was burning until the smoke alarms went off. He didnât realize it was his phone until he felt his palms start to blister. He dropped it and stared at the pile of melted plastic. Then at his hands because they were still on fire.
What happened that night was a desperate attempt to find clothing, burned eyes as Danny tried to cover them when Papa stood up in his birthday suit, and expensive damages as James chased a panicked Danny around the house to try and put him out. Danny fondly remembered it as F-Day: Fucking, Fucked, and Fires!
General History: The adopted son of James and Casper Kingston, Danny was never a child without love. Although born in Genosha, his earliest memories are of New Orleans after James and Casper moved there following the collapse of Genosha. Pops worked at an auto shop, the strong order of oil caked into Dannyâs early memories, and baby Danny was always dazzled and amazed at the outfits his Pape put on and the glitter, shimmer, and glamor of his shows. He remembers sometimes when Papa would be him because Pops had a guest at home and he always terrorized the backstage areas if they had one, wearing Papaâs feather boas and shoes even if they were too big. And when Pops would come pick him up, the half hearted scolding was seconds before the fond sigh, the quiet click of the camera, and a kiss on the forehead.
Although he was an only child, and he made sure to milk that he was with, Dorian was such a constant presence in his life, he felt like a sibling rather than just a friend. Theyâd watch Saturday morning cartoons, playing superheroes as their favorite show, She-ra and the Princess of Power, played in the background. When Danny whined at his parents to put him in dance classes so he could be a performer like Papa, his first solo performance was danced to the theme song and he demanded Dorian be there.
Of course, Danny was an impulsive wreck, moving through interests like clothes. One week it was painting, the next it was roller skating, and the cycle continued until he stumbled into cooking. The truth of the matter was, his family wasnât known for their cooking skills. Pops had picked some up to feed the family and Papa wasnât allowed in the kitchen unsupervised after the cupcake incident but sometimes Danny was craving a specific food and when he was, everything else was terrible and deserved to be trashed because it wasnât the food so he decided he learn how to do it himself. As is expected when a 10 year old decides to cook without consulting his parents, the end result was an absolute mess but Danny had a blast through the entire process, even when half of it ended up on the wall. He was then also promptly banned from being in the kitchen unsupervised but got that lifted as he grew into the art.
Before his mutation presented itself, he planned to become a chef with his own shows and restaurants. He started his own Filterella, KingstonsKitchen, and grew it into a Snikt! and has a decent following that he likes to randomly pop on live with. He also posts random updates about his day under #shitIdo for easy filtering because he likes to and he finds it fun to include more people in his life (hear about how awesome and pretty he is).
Although he knew his family was wary about the x-men, he was always a little jealous when Dorian talked about his time there. He got to go to a hero school and Danny was stuck in normal New Orleans. Theyâd had dreams of being superheroes together when they were kids but between Dannyâs struggle to stick with his interests, Popâs general disapproval of superheroes, and a million flashier, easier things to get into, the interest faded until F-Day. His powers presented before Dorianâs and the old dream of theirs seemed realistic again. Sure he teased Dorian about getting powers first and sure he had to twist Popâs arm to get him to agree (James barely lasted a day of tears and the cold shoulder before he relented) but with their approval, Dorian and Danny headed to Avengerâs Academy, bright eyed and bushy tailed, together.
Yes, it was hard and yes, it was a culture shock and yes, he called his parents sobbing to come pick him up because he missed home more times than he could count on one hand, but now, he's fully committed to rocking this Superhero thing. Superheroics are super interesting, the normal classes are bearable, and getting to set things on fire and looking fly as fuck doing it was right up his alley. Kicking butt in the Contest of Champions and taking top spot would just be the perfect thing to take home to Pops and show him this was exactly where Danny was supposed to be..
Proposed Arc:
Dannyâs view of heroes is heavily shaped by cartoons and childhood fantasies, heavily highlighting the amazing deeds and rewards of heroism but leaving out the cost of those things. Even his familyâs stories end well, resurrecting everyone and finding everyone a home. As he goes through the RP and encounters more, I want to see him realize not everything ends in a neat little bow but it doesnât mean it ends poorly.
Dannyâs self worth is entirely based on the people around him. Itâs one of the reasons why he takes rejection so hard. I want to see him grow out of that and realize that he doesnât have to rely on everyone else to define who he is.
Although Danny is panromantic and polyamorous, he refuses to date after two failed relationships that he broke off when his partner showed signs of being sexually attracted to him. He is afraid that when someone realizes he doesnât experience sexual attraction (to his knowledge), theyâll dump him so he just doesnât try anymore. Part of his growth in this I want to be that he grows comfortable enough with his sexuality to be as loud with it as he is with the rest of his personality and being willing to tell his family who although are very loving, are well known for being active and he doesnât think he could live through that rejection.
Santa Claus - the kid deserves to meet him after that.
Extras
Character Quote: "Ride or die, baby! Yolo!" Theme Song:Warriors Anything Else:
Part of the Culinary Club, mostly so he can continue running his social media while at school.
Runs a Filterella and Snikt! called KingstonsKitchen.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.
Slipped into Danni and Dee's friendship like she'd always been there.
Always down to spill the tea.
Cuddle buddies!!!!
đPercy Novikovđ "Kinda sounds like Novikova but without an a. You think... Nah, just a common last name!"
Doesn't know him and doesn't realize this is Diana's brother
đDiana Novikovađ "She said her parents know Pops... Is that a code for something?."
She's... fine.
đMadalyne Craneđ "Such a sweetheart. Gotta protect the precious bean!"
Likes to bring her to things cause she's just nice and she needs some exposure
đDorian Grayđ "My favorite little hauntling!"
Has basically been with him since birth
Allows Dorian to possess him whenever he wants but will continue to make jokes about it as payment
Would burn someone alive for him without batting an eye
đSabine Bassardđ "I loving vibing with a bad bitch with moves that hot!"
Got off to a bit of a rocky start.
Loves dancing and doing fashion photo shoots with her. If superheroing doesn't work out, they'll be a dance duo!
Had some hesitation about her because of her power but threw that away along with his first year report cards.
đVictoria van Dyneđ "Who? Oh, her! Idk man, just let the girlie vibe."
She's just not into (the royal) you
đZelda Flynnđ "Uh, April's little sister? Pfft, she's like a toddler or something."
Only knows about her through April.
đZarina Raynordattir đ "Sounds fake but okay."
đ Rory Serrano-Moore đ "Should we set that on fire? Hell yeah, we should set that on fire!"
Gremlin friendos
đTeddy Thompsonđ "He's huuuuge. And so cuddly looking. Get that man in a cuddle pile stat!"
Definitely noticed him day 1.
Will die if he doesn't get to squish the beans
lol a bear who goes bear
â¨ď¸Leah Jordanâ¨ď¸ "Someone needs to get dicked down, jeez."
Has a hard time handling her
She doesn't have walls; she has landmines
đArdere Terreneđ "Ă tes souhaits."
đPhan Le Chi Maiđ "Are you serious? Omg. Omg! Mai, MAI YOU WONT BELIVE THIS!!!!"
Spilling tea, throwing shade
These two create horrible Chaotic energy feedback loops together
đAndy Gallio-Lensherrđ "And she is..."
đMary Sue đ "Bwahahahaha, thats not a real person name silly! Next you'll tell me she has the power of friendship or something."
đJames Kingstonđ "Pops is responsible and dependable and everything I'm not so I just leave it all to him! Sometimes I can hear his voice in the back of my head when I'm doing a stupid and then I just miss home."
James Kingston, Danny's dad (Pops), was a construction worker in his Uncle's company before being chased into the arms of the Mutant Underground by Purifiers. He used his healing mutation and his engineering skills to support and improve the living conditions before the events of the x-cutuoner drove him to Genosha with his unconscious teammates, struggling for months to develop his powers enough to wake them. He had a brief stint as one of the leaders of their new home Genosha but after the events that left Selene trapped, James decided to bring his family to New Orleans, where he runs an underground clinic where he offers his services to mutants and humans regardless of their affiliations.
Loving and loyal, there is little to nothing James wouldn't do for his family, including a long list of violence. Although he tried to share his patience and discipline, Danny instead learned that family came first and the world deserved to burn if it came between them. Much like his Papa, Danny adores James and its a not so secret secret he's a bit of a daddy's boy.
đCasper Kingstonđ "Papa is the chillest, funnest parent I know! He's so fun and cool and taught me to dance and act and sing. Teaming up on Pops with him is one of my favorite things to do!"
The son of Renegade and Charles Xavier, Casper's abusive childhood drove him to fear his abilities and landed him in the arms of every illegal substance known to man in order to escape. He lived a life devoid of responsibility and care, along with his dead friend Ben, until he reunited with his half brother Jack and stumbled into the Underground, where Casper almost died if Jack hadn't brought him to the Underground. Although many people ignored Casper as nothing more than a druggy, he proved he was intelligent and observant, putting the perfect touch of humor to keep spirits up and distract the team from the worst of the situation when things seems dire. He sobered up after starting to date James and although his quirky personality was off-putting to many, it was endearing just the same! Casper used his unqiue powers to communicate and conjurer spirits to possess a powerful telepath that attacked Genosha and used his powers of the souls of the dead to lead the team to victory in the final battle of Genosha, freeing souls devoured by the quickly ascending Selene. Now, he lives in New Orleans, surrounded by his family, and now performs as Robyn Caskets, a drag queen in the New Orleans scene.
Danny adores his Papa and clearly picked up on a significant amount of his character. Father and son live life as if it was the last day, impulsiveness and energy in equal measures. Casper is the parent who typically won't say no and so Casper is always the first one he runs to when he wants something but also the one he runs to when he wants to show off something he's proud of. Papa is the fun one, the exciting one, and is the one you cuddle up to when you have a terrible idea that just sounds too good not to try.
Name:Danny Kingston Superhero Name: HotShot Age: 17 Birthday: July 19th, 2021 Birth Place: Genosha Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Species: Mutant Recommender: Maximillian Gray, X-Men Languages: English, French
Appearance
Height: 5â 8â Weight: 140 Build: Wiry Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown (regularly dyes it black) Skin Tone: White Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None Personal Style: Danni's style is anything and everything. Some days he feels grunge, some days he feels punk, and others he feels artsy; when he's feeling bold, he'll mix and match without a care. He loves fashion and trendsetting is as fashionable as you can get. He's comfortable in anything, skirts, shirts, jackets, heels, sneakers, boots--his motto is "When I wear it, I'll fucking rock it!"
Sexuality: Demi-sexual Relationship Status: Single Alignment: Chaotic good Personality: A difficult one to stay mad at for long, Danni is a highly energetic, fun loving, touchy feely golden retriever. He makes friends as easily as he breathes, and he attaches quickly and deeply with little more than a few days' time. He bounces rather than walks, sings rather than talks, and finds something to enjoy in every situation. He can make sunshine out of rain clouds and always has a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold, and a conversation to ease away the sting of all the unpleasantness life brings. He's silly and ditzy, seemingly directionless at times, but he cares deeply for those around him.
Of course, he isn't all fun and games. Danni's emotional state can fluctuate wildly, especially when he feels like he isn't being included or appreciated. He is used to being able to command all the attention at home, doted on left and right by his parents and family, but handles rejection, real or perceived, very poorly. He's the waterworks kind of kid, rather than the feet stomping, ground pounding kind, and he'll start sniffling if he even gets an inkling someone might tell him no. He is demanding of people's time, rarely pausing to consider that maybe not everyone likes a gangly teenager in their lap yapping away at a mile an hour, and rarely respects people's personal boundaries, always pushing, pushing, pushing until something snaps.
Habits:
Sings things he could just say when excited.
Dances to the music in his head while walking or standing.
Chews on pens and pencils (or anything in his hand really.)
Fiddles with his locket when anxious.
Hobbies:
Cooking
Watching musicals
Running KingstonsKitchen
Dancing
Gossiping
Fears:
Snakes
Abandonment
Small, enclosed spaces
Likes:
Fashion
Coffee
Magic Tricks
Musical Theater
Explosions
Social Media
Dislikes:
Snakes
Being ignored
Suspense movies
Insects
Silence
The X-Men
Cards On The Table
Powers:
Pyrokinesis (Generation, Manipulation)
General World Skills:
Acting
Photography
Sleight of Hand
Dancing
Cooking
Fashion Sense
Combat Skills:
Hand to Hand Combat
Tag, You're it! - A battle maneuver with Dorian, Danny creates a distraction so Dorian can possess him without notice. Danny then gets into hand to hand combat with a target and during the fight, Dorian transfers his possession to the target so it happens without detection.
HotShot (small, concentrated burst of finger from his finger tips.)
Coursework:
Traditional - put down 4 class suggestions
1 - Stage Craft?
2 - Script Analysis?
3 - Psychology?
4 - Art History?
Superheroics - put down 4 class suggestions
1- Crisis & Disaster Management?
2 - Crime Scene Investigation?
3 - Subdual Combat?
4 - Elemental Manipulation?
Medical Issues/Injuries:
ADHD
Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characterâs possessions. For items kept in the dorm, put a *. Students are allowed pets.
Backpack - wallet (state ID, debit card, crumpled mess of receipts), EZ Fire Spray, burn cream, lip balm, sun screen, notebooks, various colored gel pens, sticks of gum, glow in the dark Halloween stickers, playing cards, a side pocket of bang snaps, phone
DSLR Camera*
Skin Care Kit*
Box of condoms*
Individual Photos of James, Casper, Jack, Max, Ben, Sunshine, Marrow, and Mamie Elli in picture frames*
Adderall (ADHA medication)
Laptop*
Portable Electric Cooking Stove*
History
Family:
James Kingston (Father) - Pops
Casper Kingston (Father) - Papa
Jacques Theriot (Uncle) - Uncle J
Ăliette Theriot (Grandmother) - Mamie Elie
Lavinia (Cousin) - Vinnie
Maximillian Gray (Godfather) - Maxie
Ben Havgrees (Godfather) - Benjie
Dorian Gray (Sibling) - Dee (Hauntling when Danny's being a little shit)
Sunshine - Auntie S
Marrow - Auntie M
How did you discover your powers: One fateful night all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. At least, thatâs how it should have been. Instead, 12 year old Danni Kingston was creeping through his home, double socked and all in black. Surrounded by glittering baubles he and his parents picked out and strung up while dancing to every Christmas song known to man, why was Danni, a long time resident of the Kingston household, creeping through his familyâs home like a common burglar, phone in hand and already recording, at 2am on Christmas?
Heâs out to prove Santa is real.
There were always presents under the tree from Santa and Danni knew all sorts of people who could do cool shit. Maxie could teleport and Papa could kiki with ghosts and Pops started someoneâs heart just by laying his hands on her shoulders and all sorts of other cool shit! Why couldnât there be a mutant that moves really fast and likes to give toys? Heâd show that bitch heâs real and make her say sorry for calling his Pops a liar.
He froze when he heard the faintest creak coming from around the corner and strange shuffling noises. He stifled a giggle but couldnât help the pleased jig and all but skipped to the corner. Sure, the noises were a little weird now, like something clicked and then another nose that sounded like shampoo coming out of a bottle and a weird groan but maybe Santa used hair products or something. Moving that fast probably gave you a cowlick between every house!
Danny leapt around the corner, camera up and recording, but instead of a jolly, white haired bear in his living room, all he found was Papa and Pops wrestling. Naked. With Popâs hand over Papaâs mouth and moving funny. Danni frowned at the sight. It took a brief second or two to process, and then it hit him.
He didnât realize he was screaming until, in a flurry of limbs, Pops managed to snag a blanket and cover them. He didnât realize something was burning until the smoke alarms went off. He didnât realize it was his phone until he felt his palms start to blister. He dropped it and stared at the pile of melted plastic. Then at his hands because they were still on fire.
What happened that night was a desperate attempt to find clothing, burned eyes as Danny tried to cover them when Papa stood up in his birthday suit, and expensive damages as James chased a panicked Danny around the house to try and put him out. Danny fondly remembered it as F-Day: Fucking, Fucked, and Fires!
General History: The adopted son of James and Casper Kingston, Danny was never a child without love. Although born in Genosha, his earliest memories are of New Orleans after James and Casper moved there following the collapse of Genosha. Pops worked at an auto shop, the strong order of oil caked into Dannyâs early memories, and baby Danny was always dazzled and amazed at the outfits his Pape put on and the glitter, shimmer, and glamor of his shows. He remembers sometimes when Papa would be him because Pops had a guest at home and he always terrorized the backstage areas if they had one, wearing Papaâs feather boas and shoes even if they were too big. And when Pops would come pick him up, the half hearted scolding was seconds before the fond sigh, the quiet click of the camera, and a kiss on the forehead.
Although he was an only child, and he made sure to milk that he was with, Dorian was such a constant presence in his life, he felt like a sibling rather than just a friend. Theyâd watch Saturday morning cartoons, playing superheroes as their favorite show, She-ra and the Princess of Power, played in the background. When Danny whined at his parents to put him in dance classes so he could be a performer like Papa, his first solo performance was danced to the theme song and he demanded Dorian be there.
Of course, Danny was an impulsive wreck, moving through interests like clothes. One week it was painting, the next it was roller skating, and the cycle continued until he stumbled into cooking. The truth of the matter was, his family wasnât known for their cooking skills. Pops had picked some up to feed the family and Papa wasnât allowed in the kitchen unsupervised after the cupcake incident but sometimes Danny was craving a specific food and when he was, everything else was terrible and deserved to be trashed because it wasnât the food so he decided he learn how to do it himself. As is expected when a 10 year old decides to cook without consulting his parents, the end result was an absolute mess but Danny had a blast through the entire process, even when half of it ended up on the wall. He was then also promptly banned from being in the kitchen unsupervised but got that lifted as he grew into the art.
Before his mutation presented itself, he planned to become a chef with his own shows and restaurants. He started his own Instagram, KingstonsKitchen, and grew it into a tiktok and has a decent following that he likes to randomly pop on live with. He also posts random updates about his day under #shitIdo for easy filtering because he likes to and he finds it fun to include more people in his life (hear about how awesome and pretty he is).
Although he knew his family was wary about the x-men, he was always a little jealous when Dorian talked about his time there. He got to go to a hero school and Danny was stuck in normal New Orleans. Theyâd had dreams of being superheroes together when they were kids but between Dannyâs struggle to stick with his interests, Popâs general disapproval of superheroes, and a million flashier, easier things to get into, the interest faded until F-Day. His powers presented before Dorianâs and the old dream of theirs seemed realistic again. Sure he teased Dorian about getting powers first and sure he had to twist Popâs arm to get him to agree (James barely lasted a day of tears and the cold shoulder before he relented) but with their approval, Dorian and Danny headed to Avengerâs Academy, bright eyed and bushy tailed, together.
Yes, it was hard and yes, it was a culture shock and yes, he called his parents sobbing to come pick him up because he missed home more than he could count on one hand, but now, he's fully committed to rocking this Superhero thing. Superheroics are super interesting, the normal classes are bearable, and getting to set things on fire and looking fly as fuck doing it was right up his alley. Kicking butt in the Contest of Champions and taking top spot would just be the perfect thing to take home to Pops and show him this was exactly where Danny was supposed to be..
Proposed Arc:
Dannyâs view of heroes is heavily shaped by cartoons and childhood fantasies, heavily highlighting the amazing deeds and rewards of heroism but leaving out the cost of those things. Even his familyâs stories end well, resurrecting everyone and finding everyone a home. As he goes through the RP and encounters more, I want to see him realize not everything ends in a neat little bow but it doesnât mean it ends poorly.
Dannyâs self worth is entirely based on the people around him. Itâs one of the reasons why he takes rejection so hard. I want to see him grow out of that and realize that he doesnât have to rely on everyone else to define who he is.
Although Danny is panromantic and polyamorous, he refuses to date after two failed relationships that he broke off when his partner showed signs of being sexually attracted to him. He is afraid that when someone realizes he doesnât experience sexual attraction (to his knowledge), theyâll dump him so he just doesnât try anymore. Part of his growth in this I want to be that he grows comfortable enough with his sexuality to be as loud with it as he is with the rest of his personality and being willing to tell his family who although are very loving, are well known for being active and he doesnât think he could live through that rejection.
Santa Claus - the kid deserves to meet him after that.
Extras
Character Quote: "Ride or die, baby! Yolo!" Theme Song:Warriors Anything Else:
Part of the Culinary Club, mostly so he can continue running his social media while at school.
Runs an Instagram and Tiktok called KingstonsKitchen.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.
Esvelee, meanwhile, chewed her lip nervously as she arranged the red fern more neatly around the pack. âWell, I suppose thatâs fair enough. I guess I should just be thankful I had the Gods lookinâ out fer me then.â She laughed, nodding at Ceolfircâs instructions. âAlright then. Iâm trusting you lot.â She finished fiddling with the cargo and turned when another voice joined the conversation, she crooked her head as he introduced herself. Her eyebrows rose at the sight of his hair. âUh, yeah, nice to meet you, Ermes.â She spoke slowly, the strangeness of the hair on his head clearly having her attention.
âSoured investments and broken contracts are the only things that offend me. Iâm not certain how youâve taken the impression that I dislike you; rather, I find you quite a fascinating prospect!â Cerric chuckled, waving away Liliannâs concerns. âAnd since I have no doubt youâll be a regular fixture at the Bounty House alongside our newest addition to our little family, please take my apologies for worrying you. I did not mean any undue stress. But as for-â
Both Cerric and Esvelee looked at the newcomer as Eila struggled to catch her breath. Esvelee looked mildly concerned as Eila struggled to catch her breath, hand halfway to a water skin, but Cerric tutted loudly as he dropped off the carriage and closed the distance in a few long strides, stern disappointment written on his face. âI would recommend not. Depending on the job, this could have been the moment your transport was robbed, your ward caught an arrow to the neck, or any other number of nasty ways to fail a contract. And when youâre working as a team, your failure is their failure as well. Ms. Buckman is a kind client and technically, Iâm the only one supposed to be here, but there are those who are sticklers for the rules and when the rules are broken, it means discounts and I donât tolerate those.â He gave a reassuring pat on the head. âBut, you have five days to prove you arenât an absolute failure so please work hard! Iâm looking forward to it.â He spun on his heel and marched back to the wagon.
âNow that the whole group has arrived, we should depart quickly. Weâre burning daylight every second weâre standing still. Take your positions, whatever you decide what those may be, and letâs get going.â Cerric ordered as he climbed back up on the wagon.
âLast call for the wagon, lest you want to shlep your shit til sundown!â Esvelee called to the group.
James stared at the empty space that was once the strange amalgamation theyâd become. There was a profound sense of emptiness in the aftermath of what theyâd become. In the short instance theyâd been one, James found his abilities amplified a million times over, felt the very pulse of existence itself. Everyone and everything connected in a single underlying principle with no regard for creed nor race nor philosophy. In that moment, nothing mattered but life and its expression, its beauty in the struggle against the harsh reality of mortality, and its continued illumination against the backdrop of darkness death strove to weave. James couldnât face that, couldnât have experienced first hand the world in a way mortals never truly could, and walk away the same. It was too much to handle at once, especially now as they stood amongst the crumbled aftermath of a place that had once seemed isolated from the problems of the world. But he knew now that their struggle, had they emerged victorious or not, had meaning. That they lived here once mattered. And where they would go next all had meaning in the fundamental expression of life.
The bitter-sweet nostalgia of the Underground long gone didnât hurt quite so much now.
James didnât have room for much more emotion than what swept through him in the aftermath of their connection. What little was left may have been given over to embarrassment if not for the sweeping relief of Casperâs return, held at bay in the face of annihilation. The tears rolled down his face as he crushed Casper in a hug, murmuring quiet apologies as he shook with the weight of guilt and relief. It took him several long minutes before he could bring himself to pull away from Casper. He sniffled, wiped away his tears, and turned to look back at the group as they started planning as the shock faded away.
He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his journey was over but, there was joy there as well. Heâd help with the evacuation but after that, Casper and James made a plan. It felt like ages ago. The Underground he knew would exist anymore but heâd keep a spot at his table for any of them if they ever needed it.
âI have a promise to keep. Didnât think I have a chance honestly.â James let out a relieved laugh, âGuess New Orleans is happening after all, babes.â
James gaped at Casper, running up like nothing happened. Heâd been dead, not even a minute ago. James had felt his life break at his feet, his heart tearing itself to shreds, it felt like his whole life had been over, and now Casper just ran up to them like heâd passed out on the field, rather than James caving his skull in. He wanted to grab Casper and fucking run, put him somewhere no one, not even James could burt him, but at the same time, he could barely bring himself to look at Casper. All he saw was his own fist in Casperâs face, the last broken plea Casper managed to get out, all the while being stuck in his own skin, unable to do anything. He couldnât even scream.
But as Max started shouting instructions, James shook his head. He could deal with the emotions later; Casper coming back to life wouldnât mean anything if Selene made it off the island. Max gave him his task and he frowned in response. That⌠was a lot of people if Max truly meant everyone. He hadnât really tried focusing on more than one person. Heâd assumed the fact that trying to sync to multiple bodies would have made him go haywire. How do you match two different people, much less those in different states of health and chemical composition, at the same time? Jesus, the adrenaline between all of them was likely to give him a heart attack trying to level it all but if thatâs what Max needed, thatâs what Max would get.
âAlright. Letâs finish this bullshit.â James sighed, rubbing his hands together.
âWell, well! Seems like everyone is up and at them. Guess itâs a good thing Iâm not a gambling man; Iâd have lost half my pouch with this many showing up!â Cerric joked before Esvelee had a chance to respond, quickly doing a headcount. âOnly one down. Not bad, not bad at all. We have a bit to talk about and then weâll be on our way. Our wayward friend may yet still have a chance.â He stepped back, a half bow to Esvelee to offer her the floor.
âUh, alright then.â She started hesitantly, bewilderment plain on her face as she stared at Liliannâs hat. âWell, if yâall need a place to store some stuff, I got some space for a pack or two in the cart. Jobâs easy enough. Papa wants the stuff safe and sound in the Wilree markets so we, uh, hired some people. You, I mean. We hiredâŚâ She frowned as she counted. âWhy did we hire so many people? Iâm expecting some âgressive wolves, maybe a bear. Youâre bringinâ enough to fell a forest or somethinâ. How paranoid is my pa?â
âTechnically, you just hired me. These ones are apprentices, in a vaguely similar sort of way. Donât worry; you arenât paying any extra.â Cerric reassured her. She fixed him with a suspicious look and, apparently satisfied with whatever his half smile conveyed, shrugged and let the matter drop.
âNow, we just gotta make it to the main Wilree road and meet up with the Hanrish caravan and then yâall are good to go. Donât suppose itâll go too awful if we got so many bodies for the trip.â Esvelee shrugged.
âBut thatâs not the mindset to have when youâre being evaluated for your ability to get the job done!â Cerric interjected with a clap of his hands. âNo, no, no. Even though this is just a simple escort, you have to take the job seriously and focus on reducing the threat to our poor, helpless employer. So to that end, Iâll will be gladly taking the seat next to Esvelee while you all put your strengths and skills together to ensure Ms. Buckman makes her way safely to the caravan! â
âOkay. Well, Ceolfric and whoever else has a pack to stash, come âround to the back real quick and weâll get you set up.â She waved them to the back, pushing a few small boxes around and repositioning the oil cloth wrapped plants so there was some room without crushing the product. Cerric swung up on the seat of the wagon and crooked a finger at Liliann.
âNow, did your search last night satisfy your curiosity?â Cerric asked, curiosity and something else in his eyes as his exhaustion seemed to melt off his face. âBy the time I was freed up, you and Kyreth scuttered away to his room.â
As soon as Cerric was occupied with his own conversation, Esvelee raised an eyebrow at Ceolfric. âYâall sure there ainât anything that dangerous? There some nasty rumors whirlinâ around these parts and six people âstead of one showing up seems like there is a problem.â
The scene at the stage was intense. Bone and disease and light crashed against the slowly dwindling Selene, accounting to little more than mild irritation, but the ground still trembled with each of her footsteps. James came to a stop next to Max, who seemed to have pulled himself together and hardened his resolve after picking up whatever the fragments were on the ground.
At least that was one of them.
James stared up at Selene where she all but ignored the full assault on her. Maybe it was the lingering effects of whatever mind games someone had played with him or the toll of recent events but Jamesâ felt like his head was in a fog, the wheels in his brain barely spinning. He felt tired, exhausted, and he had no idea how to stop someone that the most powerful mutants on the island were raging against to no avail.
âTell me you got something, man.â James asked Max, ready to spring into action if Selene actually started fighting back.
Location: Midway between Shi'Ar Bar and the Underground table Skills: N/A
His voice was hoarse by the time he was shaken violently out of the mind numbing pain. The tremors wracking the island were too much too ignore and James stared bleary eyed at the damaged all around - the withering plant life, the hoard of evacuees, Ben looking like he was on the verge of tearing someoneâs throat out and Jack seemingly doing his best to reassure, calm⌠James wasnât really sure. Everything sounded like it was underwater and he felt a bone deep exhaustion. He looked around, trying to gather himself past the fog in his head, and fixated on the massive Selene.
Normally, heâd be angry. Sheâd taken away Casper, sheâd taken away their future, sheâd taken away a father from their son. Itâd only be natural to be angry. But at this point, James was just weary. He didnât have it in him to be angry, no spark of irritation left to foster into anything. âIâll be back, sweetheart. Just gotta wrap this up first.â James murmured sadly, pressing a kiss to Casperâs hand. He pushed himself to his feet with a sigh and jogged towards where the fighting was happening.
15th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A. Early Morning - Overcast Skies
The next dawn dawned cold and dreary, weak, watery sunlight filtering over the horizon. Rain seemed imminent later in the day but still, the sounds of the city rousing slowly filled the air. The smell of fresh baked bread just barely reached the northern gate and the shouting of early risers started to fill the town. The midnight guard was a tired lot, mostly leaning with heavy heads and heavier eyelids, as they waited for their relief to arrive. Few people used the northern gate at this hour and so the road was mostly empty, save for two speaking in hushed tones twenty paces outside the gate.
Cerric stood next to a large covered wagon, dressed far less elegantly than at the house. He opted for a simple set of canvas pants, a high collared long sleeve shirt tied up at the neck, and a hooded, heavy woolen traveling cloak all in sensible dark greens and browns. He carried two heavy water skins, hanging off a rope tied at the belt on each hip. Despite his bubbly and animated gestures he made as he conversed, it was clear the early hour took its toll, sluggishness evident in his movements and the downward droop of his mouth matched the droop in his shoulders.
His conversation partner, a young woman who barely reached his shoulders, was an entirely different matter. Brown hair tied back in a neat braid that fell to the middle other back, she laughed cheerily in response to Cerricâs commentary. Dressed in similar attire for the trip ahead, she stood a head shorter than Cerric and was filled with an energy misplaced in the dreary morning hours. Her foot tapped with a restless energy in front of the covered wagon, piled high with red fern bundled in oil cloth, attached to a large brown horse.
âHonestly, Master Cerric. Each tale more outlandish than the last.â The woman shook her head with a giggle before gesturing at the water skins. âYou certain you donât wanna throw those in the wagon? Got a little space if we shuffle some supplies around. Wonât take but a second.â
âVery gracious of you, Esvelee but Iâll decline once again. These are the tools of my trade and no self respecting tradesman would dare part with his tools, even for a minute!â Cerric denied dramatically, turning his nose up at the very notion.
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