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8 yrs ago
Current Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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9 yrs ago
My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
9 yrs ago
How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
9 yrs ago
The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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9 yrs ago
What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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My face falls for the briefest of moments, but I quickly master myself, employing a more neutral expression. Cassandra's answer, though not what I wanted, was no more than I expected. As of this moment I have yet to completely profile my teammates, instead relying on my preliminary findings and basic evaluations of their characters, and what I know of Miss Martin should have informed me that this would have been the flavor of her answer. She suffers from the fierce independence and refusal to rely on others that seems to color most vigilante hero types, myself included (Ironic really, when you consider our current location and situation!). I realize now that coming at her head on was a mistake. Now I've only made her grit her teeth and dig her heels, even less likely to accept my help than she was at the beginning. In retrospect I should have employed a more obsequious ploy. Alas, hindsight is 20/20, even for one such as I. I have gained some insight though, mostly through her physical reactions. Firstly she seemed ready to attack me (Another reaction I was expecting, though what I would have done in a physical confrontation against a woman trained by Amazons I'm not entirely certain), but then her face relaxed and she displayed the motions of suppressing a sigh, both signs of relief. At first I imagined it was because I had managed to penetrate her frosty exterior, but now I am unfortunately forced to reevaluate. Assumption; Relief not caused by proffered helping hand, perhaps I have missed something she wishes kept secret. Again I go back to her exile to Paradise Isle. There is a link there, I just know it, one that is integral to the problem at hand. She attempts to intimidate me, meaning to menace me by threatening to reveal the details of my future. I fail to suppress a grin at the laughable nature of the threat. My future is unwritten, the man I will become a mere wisp of the man I am at this very moment. The actions of some insubstantial phantom of tomorrow wearing my face and body concerns me not at all. In the past I have drawn comparisons to a dog with a bone when I have found a case of interest, and like a dog I will not release upon my treat of choice easily, especially when those wishing me to desist employ such juvenile means. Still, I am forced to accept that I must change tact. If she will not accept my help then I will force my help upon her. Cassandra expresses her wish to leave the room (Deduction; The headache is a fortuitous excuse for her to make her escape) so I step out of her way, quite graciously, acceding this early round to her. I have other avenues to explore after all, and this battle is far from over. This was merely an opening shot! I do leave her with a warning of my own however. "I discovered all that with little more than a cursory search after I discovered we would be team mates. Imagine what I will dig up now you have caught my attention. Something to consider." She poses a question in need of answering, and I will not be dissuaded.
You have heard of the Justice League? Yes, of course you have, who on this planet hasn't. What of Young Justice, the team of sidekicks and apprentices, who just last year stopped the Tomorrow Woman and her insane plans? I was one of them for a while, that is correct, but not any more. I no longer think their methods are enough to protect this world. Just as prevention is better than cure, we must seek out the root of evil before it flowers into something far more sinister. For this reason I have been tasked with forming a team, one unlike any other. We will work in the shadows. We will take on the missions the League dares not. We will cross the lines that 'good' men cannot, all in the name of protecting the innocent. We will do what must be done, even if it blurs the line between right and wrong. If we do our jobs right no one will even know we have done a job at all. We will not be celebrated as heroes. We will be the monsters on the side of angels. We will be Outsiders. Fenrir This game, set in an alternate DC comics universe, will explore what it means to really be a hero. The sacrifices that must be made, the costs that demand payment, the lines that have to be crossed. Just like in the real world things aren't going to be black and white. Every action and choice will have a consequence, some good and some bad. The Outsiders is actually a spin-off from Kid Lanterns long running Young Justice RP, a concept I've never seen on this site. In essence this will allow us to share a continuity, opens up story telling potential, helps with universe building and gives us the option of crisis crossovers further down the road. I'm looking for a small (About four or five), dedicated group of players to take on the roles of a group of misfits and outcasts, anti-heroes and reformed villains. The type of guys that would never make it on the Justice League or Avengers, but might just have what it takes for the Outsiders. Characters should preferably be OC's, but you can put new spins on preexisting DC characters. Ideally I'm after a real mix of powers and personaltys. Diversity is the key to a good superhero team in my opinion. Below is a skeleton CS, as well as the CS for my character Fenrir to showcase what I'm looking for.
So let me know if you're interested, have any questions or just drop a CS!
You have heard of the Justice League? Yes, of course you have, who on this planet hasn't. What of Young Justice, the team of sidekicks and apprentices, who just last year stopped the Tomorrow Woman and her insane plans? I was one of them for a while, that is correct, but not any more. I no longer think their methods are enough to protect this world. Just as prevention is better than cure, we must seek out the root of evil before it flowers into something far more sinister.

For this reason I have been tasked with forming a team, one unlike any other. We will work in the shadows. We will take on the missions the League dares not. We will cross the lines that 'good' men cannot, all in the name of protecting the innocent. We will do what must be done, even if it blurs the line between right and wrong.

If we do our jobs right no one will even know we have done a job at all. We will not be celebrated as heroes. We will be the monsters on the side of angels.

We will be Outsiders.

Fenrir


This game, set in an alternate DC comics universe, will explore what it means to really be a hero. The sacrifices that must be made, the costs that demand payment, the lines that have to be crossed. Just like in the real world things aren't going to be black and white. Every action and choice will have a consequence, some good and some bad.

The Outsiders is actually a spin-off from Kid Lanterns long running Young Justice RP, a concept I've never seen on this site. In essence this will allow us to share a continuity, opens up story telling potential, helps with universe building and gives us the option of crisis crossovers further down the road.

I'm looking for a small (About four or five), dedicated group of players to take on the roles of a group of misfits and outcasts, anti-heroes and reformed villains. The type of guys that would never make it on the Justice League or Avengers, but might just have what it takes for the Outsiders. Characters should preferably be OC's, but you can put new spins on preexisting DC characters. Ideally I'm after a real mix of powers and personaltys. Diversity is the key to a good superhero team in my opinion. Below is a skeleton CS, as well as the CS for my character Fenrir to showcase what I'm looking for.





So let me know if you're interested, have any questions or just drop a CS!
Like the send off for Plas, getting him into charity work is an inspired choice of development for the character. Also, I know I've said it before, but Gabe and Jin's relationship is one of my favorite parts of this RP. That happy to finally see them get their act together that I was nearly cheering after that last post. On top of this I have news. I've been speaking to KL lately about starting a new RP, named The Outsiders, centered around a new team of heroes in the YoungJustice2022 universe. I'll be GMing and playing Fenrir, who will be leading a rag tag group of misfits, anti-heroes and reformed villains, taking on the dirty jobs that the League or Young Justice can't be seen touching. Think Suicide Squad or X-Force. I'll be looking to get five or six newplayers for the rp. Hopes are that once it has developed its own feel that we might be able to do crossovers and the such, but that wont be for a while. I'll still be playing in YJ too, so I'll be effectively acting as the link for the two games. So there's that.
> Ow. That actually made me wince so hard it hurt. I thought it was one for the _books _actually.
> Nice posts, you guys. Lots of good detail. Anyone know the rule on posting? Whats the limit? Is it two posts before you can post again? Three? I know the rules say no back-to-back, but I just want clarification. Try to leave two posts between each of yours. I'm tempted to post again myself, but I'll wait for some of the other kids before running off the Questions mouth again. >I'm back! Yay! >Sydney gave me some inspiration, in terms of city life. I'm pretty sure the Russian bookstore I saw was a front for the Bratva... It's a bit out of place with all the million-dollar businesses surrounding it. >Also, great posts so far, guys. Awesome writing all around. Maybe the siteof the Teams next mission, taking down ring of Bratva booksellers. It would be a real page turner!
> My body is ready. That sounds vaguely dirty.
Miss Martin was momentarily saved from answering my query by the entrance of the Ossetian archer code-name Shade, given name Sarin Aboev. My eyes roll at her casual entrance, leaning on the doorway as she asks if everything is alright. I barely restrain from telling her that _'no, everything is not alright. I am trying to conduct an investigation and you are distracting me with your remarkably inane questions. I would have imagined a supposedly master archer would be better at aiming for the heart of a matter, but here you are, wasting everyone's time.'_ The need to reprimand Miss Aboev is powerful, but I keep a civil tongue. Mother is fond of repeating old chestnuts, helpful little proverbs that are supposed to guide one in becoming a better person. A special favorite of hers is _'If you can not have anything nice to say then do not say anything at all'._ She repeats it to me on a near daily basis. I do try to listen to her, mother is a remarkable woman after all, but this particular lesson is long in the learning as it would require me to live like a mute hermit. What can I say, other people bring out the worst in me. My problem is that if Shade just used her eyes she could come to her own conclusions as to what is wrong. I am starting to suspect that Magnus Boyle was wrong about this _'team'_ and my place in it. I can hardly see it working out if Shade is indicative of the caliber of my team mates. I take a calming breath, force myself to accept that I'm surrounded by fools regardless of where I am, a peril of consistently being the smartest person in the room, and must learn to deal with the shortcomings of my peers. I refocus my attention on Miss Martin. The supposed oracle, who insists on being called Cassandra (Forcing others to identify her with her Nom De Guerre? _Deduction_; trying to distance herself from her past. Interesting) must be suffering the effects of a migraine, massaging her temple while grimacing mightily (Try being a genius inundated by the insipid questions of the brain dead, then we shall talk about migraines!) That, coupled with the signs of stress I have previously identified, all on top of her earlier shriek, tells me that she is most definitely not fine, regardless of how much she asserts that she is. Mayhap she has issues that she doesn't wish to discuss with myself, a virtual stranger. Perhaps her situation is one she wishes to keep from her new found allies. Maybe she feels if whatever bothers her so will alienate her from us if the truth was to come out. She turns her head slightly from us, a physical cue that most would miss but one that speaks volumes to me. It is a dismissal, her subliminal effort at telling us that she would like to be alone now. Well, Miss Martin, I am afraid to inform you that I care very little for what you would like. Your misfortunes have whetted my appetite for mystery, and now I demand for it hey be slated. Besides, I hate being lied to. I lock eyes with her, fixing her in place, letting her know that I am hardly the type to let such a thing go. "Well, Cassandra. . . " I put extra emphasis on her, fully meaning to harangue my would-be compatriot about the futility of attempting to lie to a man who has mastered the art of reading the subtelties of human facial cues, especially when said lie is as feeble as the one she just spouted, when I am unfortuanatly cut off by blundering entrance of another dim-witted teammate! Woe is me! Tea C. Sun the V, code-named Armory, is in my opinion one of the more interesting of this team, if only for the mystery of her past. Hers is a story I wish to delve into further in the near future, though that hardly excuses her rudely barging into my diatribe. She stutters when she asks what is going on, while either forgetting or choosing not to dissipate the armor she can materialize, even after realizing there is no immediate threat. _Deduction_; Nervous around team mates. Catalog for potential future leverage. A Ditto came from down the hall, just doing routine sweeps of the HQ and also peaked his head into the doorway where the current Question, Shade, Armory and Cassandra were all kind of in an awkward place. "Everything okay, Q? Shade? Armory? Cassandra if you need anything just give us a yell, alright? If your powers are still kinda in a weird state we can get somebody from the League with more experience to help you sort things out..." Ditto's duplicate suggested noticing the sweat on the girls forehead when the air conditioning is set at a cool 65 degrees. "Bloody hell!" I groan loudly, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation. My investigation has become a damnable soiree. I might as well have sent out invitations. I can just picture them now, all printed on salmon pink royal paper, reading _"You are cordially invited to the witness the slow yet inevitable destruction of Charles Ditko's sanity. Dressy casual. RVSP. Buffet provided."_ Well enough is enough! If I must deal with their ignorance then they must deal with mine, mother's chestnuts be damned! I swing on the group, stabbing my index finger at Miss Aboev, Miss Sun and the Ditto clone (I have trouble accepting the clones as actual people. Not very forward of me, I know, but even genius' have their own particular foibles.) "You, you and you" I punctuate each finger stab "Keep quiet or leave!" I swing towards Miss Martin, locking eyes once more. I begin to summon facts related to the lady in question, relevant pieces of information swirling in front of my eyes, useless snippets banished to the back of my head once more. Serenity overcomes me as a I repeat what I know. "Kendra Martins, only child, both parents working full time jobs. Very few friends growing up, exception; Juliet Silverman. Girls grow up together. Witness reports indicate two are extremely close. Silverman perishes supervillain attack, perpatrator designated; Snafu. Martins in early teens at time, retreats from public eye. First reports of vigilante; Foresight surface short time later. Physical descriptions match Kendra Martins. Foresight shows signs of limited chrono related clairvoyance. Exhibits particular vendetta against Snafu. Foresight suspected in apprehension of Snafu. Foresight sightings cease, though series of anonymous police tip offs begin, each alerting authorities of crimes before they happen. Some time later Kendra Martins reported as missing person. Unknown to parents or authorties Martins begins training as Amazon, also functions as soothsayer. Eventually returns as hero Cassandra, helps stop the Tomorrow Woman's bid for power." Serenity recedes as I finish, slowly returning to the real world. I take a deep breath before continuing own. "To the layman these are just the disjointed facts that make up your life, Cassandra. To me they begin to paint the picture of the person living it. You have seen horror and tragedy uncommon, and have come through the other side stronger for it, for the most part on your own. Snafu took something precious from you, so you took his freedom, fitting vengeance. In the doing he nearly killed you, or so the reports say. Even when your mission was finished, you still continued trying to help people, adapting your tactics to suit your abilities at the time. Then for some reason, long after you had confronted your foe, you fled." I pause once more. Another question, one I feel is linked here somehow. Why did she flee to paradise island? _Note to self_; Investigate into why Miss Martins fled to Paradise Isle. Previous findings indicate she is running from her past. Identity which specific part. "You exhibit bravery, tenacity, pragmatism, a fierce willpower and most impressive to me a modicum of intelligence. I sincerely doubt a woman of your capabilities would be sent into a pathetic screaming fit by 'just a feeling'. Your not fine, so don't bother lying to me. It doesn't work. I want to help, in my own fashion. Let me!" Please, please let me. I need this, need it with my entire being. I will her to accept my help, bend my entire spirit and soul into forcing her to say yes. The questions you pose are an itch with a dire need of scratching. I am an addict and you are my fix. Just say yes. Just say yes.
> Sweetness. I've been in the titanpad with Endrance for awhile but I think she passed out on me. Edited my sig too to include a modded Question more to Blacksam's description and added a starburst on Armory's chest plate... updated E's Supergirl as well. > > ~KL~ Lordy, I look dapper! Great work KL.
Thanks guys, my ego is fit to burst now. Did you get a chance to look over that PM I sent you KL?
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