Arty Fox

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Note to self; do not piss off Pariah.

With that out of the way Chris continued to listen to his answers with a building reluctance to complete the task. But it was too late to back out now, or was it, and so she had to go on and complete the task to the best of her ability, or did she, and hope for the best.

Following the others down the long hall way, working hard to calm her suddenly queasy, and looked back just in time to see the doors close shut removing any hope Chris had of pulling out of the exercise. No, she had to do this. This could be a brilliant opportunity for her to improve herself and help so many people in the process. As the group neared the other door, looking very demonic in the red lighting, Chris secured her goggles and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before charging into the wide outside with the others.

One of the first surprises to confront Chris was that the outside wasn’t actually the outside but actually a very large room complete with buildings and road signs. How big was this building anyway because Chris was pretty certain that it didn’t big enough to hold this from the outside.

The sound of several things landing in front of her drew Chris’ attention away from the people with scary looking guns to the objects sitting deceptively innocently just in front of her. A woman in tight fitting clothing shouted for Chris and the others to gather around her to which Chris wisely complied before one or two others were quickly sent flying in a blinding white flash. Blink furiously Chris managed to quickly clear away the blotches of white in her eyes just in time for red paint to splatter her, covering her right side in the crimson mess.

Feeling the gas now tearing down her throat Chris listened to the man who looked like a giant owl as he gave instructions for them all to get out, before taking flight down the street by the wonderful transportation of grappling hook. A large black arm wafted away the stinging gas and Chris turned to see the huge black monolith person, Neutro if she recalled that magazine article correctly, acting as a moving shield as it staggered its way to a nearby turret.

Chris was in awe of these people as they moved to take down the turrets, many of which Chris hadn’t noticed, without even flinching although after that a few did get taken down shortly after the henchmen got to work.

“The Hostages are our main priority.” Chris shouted over the racket of fighting, watching as a few more cracks formed on the shield. “If you can make another one of those I can carry you on my back to the bus.” The bag that had been on Chris’ back flopped to the ground as she bent over slightly in front of the woman urging her to climb on. Either way Chris would then sprint down the street lunging from side to side in order to dodge the bullets intent on stopping her.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Chris was really out of her depth here. What was she even thinking coming here anyway? This was a place for professionals not people who volunteered at their local police station! She decided to stay while a few others went off to deal with whatever villain emergency had arisen in the city. Besides she probably wasn’t needed with so many others going off to prove their worth. Chris decided to zip herself away from the man with the wolf. Chris had read that book as a child and didn’t want to find out if a wolf could actually eat someone.

With the roars of the gunship engines moved away from the building, Chris still in awe that they had been able to get them prepped and ready in such a short amount of time, the air of anticipation in the room began to slowly creep upwards as the crucial moment drew near. The initiation test. Chris let a few of the other heroes push past her whilst she took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Following the line of brightly coloured people, what the heck were they thinking when choosing their costumes, Chris was pulled into the large hall of the building.

She barely got a chance to gawp at the huge spiralling arches that help the ceiling aloft before she and a few others were ushered into a small room.
“Well. This is cozy.” Chris commented quietly trying to lighten the mood. People liked jokes right? “Good grief, where did you come from.” Chris jumped, knocking into someone, when she noticed the appearance of a new woman who she was certain hadn’t been there a second before.

With their task explained to them Chris had a sinking feeling that it wasn’t going to be as simple as Pariah made it seem, and he did not make it seem simple. Well this was going great. Chris smiled awkwardly trying not to betray how worried she was about the situation they were soon to be put in. Thank god it was just a simulation and there was no chance of them really being hurt. Dammit.

“Um, hello, yes, um question.” Chris felt all eyes in the room descend upon her. “Will we be likely to get hurt? Like seriously injured and such?” Another thought popped into her head. “And um, will there terrorists inside the bus or just outside guarding it?”

If there weren’t any in the bus then she could ask the others to take care of the terrorists while she jumped into the bus and drove all the hostages away.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

I've made the changes to Chris' CS so I'll get a post up later tonight.

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP (Nearly Unlimited Recruitment)

All done, tell me if there's anything that needs changing.

Chris

Name: Chris Alesto Lan

Codename: Rolling Girl, but Chris really doesn’t like the name. Blame the local newspaper.

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: England, Basingstoke

Affiliations: She’s well liked at her local police station.

Occupation: Previously a baker, Chris is now a volunteer police officer for her local police station, but she will take weekends off to just do some baking as a way of income.

Appearance: A little bit on the chubby side, probably because of the numerous cheesecakes she loves to bake and loves even more to eat, this pear shaped lady stands at a respectable 5’6” with elegantly dark locks, descending to her shoulders, framing her brown face. Round eyes sparkle happily above a slightly crooked nose, and her lips always seem to have a smile ready and waiting.

Most of the time Chris will wear comfortable clothing after struggling to choose from her range of many band t-shirts, cool looking designs and the occasional dress for the perfect summer’s day or special event. Topped off with a pair of shoes, most of the time being simple sneakers.

When on duty however Chris will dress in robust blue jeans, a short sleeved shirt of some kind, a leather jacket and some good running shoes which may need replacing more often than she’d like to admit. In addition Chris wears knee and elbow pads, because honestly who running at the speed wouldn’t, along with a bicycle helmet, pilot goggles and slide gloves which are very useful for those tight corners.

Powers:
Super Speed - An absolute classic. Going at high speeds Chris can run up and along walls for a short period of time until her momentum peters out, the idea of suddenly falling prevents Chris from doing this often.
While Chris can break the sound barrier she has yet to do so because it is a very scary prospect to go so fast especially in densely populated areas, plus the wind hurts! She might do so at a later date however when she’s braver, more skilled, better prepared and in the right place.
Spin Attack – The power that is the basis of her name. This is one of Chris’ ways of attacking an enemy by curling up into a ball when running at high speeds, however she can’t see where she’s going and it’s hard to stop without crashing into a wall or something. Furthermore this can be used in a fashion often compared to a certain blue videogame character.

Skills:
Parkour – well not quite, she’s still learning to get the hang of it so is likely to make a few mistakes.
Hand to hand combat, sort of – She grew up with two older brother so you know she can hold her own in a fight.
Cooking – while decent at most meals, Chris is one of the best if not the best at cooking sweet things such as cheese cakes and meringues.

Equipment/Resources:
Little backpack to hold things such as phone, purse (both are very useful no matter where you are) as well as some chocolate bars, energy drinks as well as a spare change of clothes because you never know.
Car. It’s a little car that may be a bit old, but it does the job of getting her places and holding her shopping.

Weaknesses:
Heights – Damn that is a long way down.
Stage fright – That’s a lot of people.
Metabolism – Her body is breaking down food and drink at a much faster rate than she is used to. While before the awakening she could happily get through the day with the simple three meals she now has to eat more often in order to gain the nutrients and fat her body needs to survive.
Exercise – It’s tiring and it hurts to be running around everywhere, there is a reason why she still owns a car, so Chris will need a day or two now and then to just relax and not do anything to strenuous.
Heart Rate – When running it’s obvious that the human heart speeds up, the same applies to Chris whose heart pumps a lot faster to cope with the speed of her limbs, and injecting poison into the blood stream will guarantee it to reach all the vital organs quickly and efficiently.

Psychological Profile: Chris wants to be liked, and admired, and adored, and looked up to by so many people. But, she’s afraid of being the centre of attention for fear of being judged harshly by others so unless she’s literally thrown at it Chris is unlikely to enter the lime light, and even then may need some moral support.

Chris is, overall, a very practical sort of person with her costume being made to help her deal with her new found abilities rather than look brilliant. Since the awakening Chris’ confidence has grown with each good deed she does and each new fan made, but her confidence is still very fragile at the moment and a snide comment could bring it all crashing down.

Biography: Chris grew up in a town in England with a name easily forgotten and somewhere where the winter storms forget to visit at the right time of year. Being the youngest of three kids and the only girl, Chris quickly learned to stand up for herself when her brothers descended with water pistols and plastic swords which often lead to her teaming up with her older brother to attack the eldest.

Chris had always been a rather hefty child but was too busy running about to pay much attention to the adults with their sighs and disappointed shakes of the head. But very soon the little whispers began to seep their way into her mind crushing the poor girl’s confidence. And so she made her way through school keeping her head down and trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible tacking comfort from the delicious foods she could make.

When the few friends Chris had made found out about her skills they started to keep an eye out for any and all baking competitions in an effort to get Chris to join them. At first Chris was resolute against going to them but over time her friends insistent nagging finally broke through and Chris attended a baking competition with a rainbow cheesecake as her entry. She didn’t win first place unfortunately but she did win third and she had managed to stand on stage in front of a crowd of people without saying something stupid, and counted this as a victory. Pretty soon it was Chris on the lookout for competitions she could enter, while requests for her legendary cakes and biscuits quickly piled up so high Chris decided to make a proper business out of it.

She was at another baking competition when the event happened and burnt her hand on a pan during the few seconds she and everyone else were dead to the world. After that the UK went through its little phase of trying to capture and catalogue all supernatural and meta humans, but of course that didn’t work. There were far too many to be contained whilst still following basic human rights and some were too powerful to listen to reason from screaming corpses. The little Island nation descended into chaos for a time locked into a war between people of the old and new, with many fleeing the country by any means they had at their disposal. It was here that Chris became aware of her power and used it to her advantage to get herself and anyone nearby out of the latest barrage of crossfire she found herself caught in, before making her way to the coast and hiding away in some small part of a ship.

The UK is a lot better now but Chris doesn’t see herself going back anytime soon. She now lives in another town in America, also with a forgettable name and geographic location, where she volunteers at the local police station working with other metahumans to keep crime down in the local area.

Other: Do not start a poke war with this woman, this is not a mutation but one of the many laws of the universe that she will win every time!

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Quick question as I am finishing off my characters Biography.
I'm guessing I put the CS in the Character Sheet section to be looked over before it's accepted/declined?

The League - Superhero Sci Fi and Urban Fantasy RP

Same goes for me, if there's enough room.

Welcome Back to the Guild

Oh sweet cupcake, where are you?

Welcome Back to the Guild

Kole raised a scrutinising eyebrow when Callum had suggested that they weren’t on Earth. What a silly thing to say of course they were on Earth, they could breathe without any problem and considering how big the universe was Kole found it very unlikely that if they had ended up on another planet it would be one with a breathable atmosphere. Then again, there was a giant floating island behind him as well as an overly ominous black scar across the land.

He slotted away the thought of them being on another planet as a theory. But still, he was intrigued as to why his phone was acting so odd. Maybe there was something in the ground that made the island float and made his phone act odd as well…

“Hm?” Kole had zoned out when Callum had repeated his question. Tucking the phone back into his pocket Kole looked at Callum and then looked to where Callums gaze lead. “You…want to go up there?” He pointed at the floating Island as it drifted lazily amidst the clouds. “Well, um.”

Placing a hand on his hip Kole rubbed his head in thought. Opening his mouth occasionally as if he was about to say something but would always close it before anything emerged. He was absolutely stumped, and looking around Kole couldn’t see anything around like a plane or helicopter not even a very long piece of rope that they could at least attempt to throw at the island.

“Well.” He spoke finally. “Short of growing wings and flying I don’t see how you’re going to get up there.” Seriously, who doesn’t keep their phone on them these days?

Welcome Back to the Guild

With a gasp of surprise Kole rounded on the person behind him. He gave a sigh of relief when it turned out just to be a normal person who was maybe little bit younger than himself, of course it was going to be a person what else would it be? Kole hurriedly decided that in his current setting he probably shouldn't begin thinking about that.

“Uh, ah, yeh, uh, yes.” Kole then cleared his throat a few times trying to recover from his heart jumping into it before he continued. “J, just a little bit confused.” He glanced back at the floating Island. Did it just flicker? Passing off the flicker as a trick of the light Kole turned back to the person. “Well, before we get onto that could I ask where we are at the moment? If not have you got your phone on you? We could activate the GPS on it and see where we are.” At this point he held up his own and pushed the button showing the person the lovely message it held, for the record it still said ‘NO’. “Mine’s acting really odd at the moment.”

As an afterthought he then realised he hadn’t introduced himself to this new person, who was probably staring at his blue hair. “My names Kole by the way.” He said holding out a hand to the new person, whilst attempting to cover up his offending hair with the other still holding his phone.

Welcome Back to the Guild

Posty shall be up tomorrow.