Blizz

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

I got a question about notoriety

My guy keeps his civilian identity a closely guarded secret, but as a vigilante he's also very public for lack of a better term. He's almost always out on the streets in bone mode, and people even take pictures with him sometimes.

Would he count as indistinct or watched?

for reference he walks around dressed in this

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

In case anyone is wondering, my character will basically be immune to heat and can infuse metal with solar energy to heat it to searing temps (in a nutshell).

@Blizz
That sounds really interesting...gives me Ghost Rider vibes

@Eclektik

Ghost rider but as a monk. Lol.

I'll work on a sheet

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

@Eclektik

I already know who I'm going for. A character I haven't had the chance to use yet.

He's a bleeding heart vigilante that hides his true identity as if he has something to keep secret, but does his best to be one of the "good ones." He's not licensed but people out in the streets see him enough that he's not an unknown entity. He's out there in costume for lack of a better word virtually every day and if he isn't busting some bad guy's face wide open he's doing good old fashion good deeds like getting cats out of a tree or lifting something absurdly heavy.

His power is that he turns into a skeleton. In that form he weighs roughly 60lbs, has a degree of super strength he can use to move around like a ninja, and is really good at turning breakdancing into martial arts. The catch is all of this runs on fuel. His powers run on smoke, so in virtually every conflict he'll be seen with a cigarette in his mouth.

Pariah (Superhuman RP)

I remember this one.

I wrote a character for this once but the rp never took off

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Time: 11am
Location: Sorian Festival
Interactions: Sadie @Potter | Verrick @Aerandir

”Caesonia is a bit far for just passing through if you are from Baltyria.”

The presence of someone else behind Lyra elicited a sense of trepidation from her. The General was a combative woman, always on alert against a threat. That this man offered the Princess something to eat, opposed to her snack, implied he did it out of security, which further implied he was with her in some formal capacity. A bodyguard, perhaps. It meant nothing ultimately, but what stuck out to Lyra was that he seemed to be marginally familiar with the kingdom she had came from. That was certainly an interesting thing to her, but internally, Lyra knew that navigating around what he knew would be a challenge. What did he know of the place? She could not simply ask, as that would imply she was offering information. No, she had to think carefully about what tidbits of information she would and would not compartmentalize into a mental box, just to let him peek inside.

In the moment between his next question and her response, that was exactly what Lyra did. Their eyes locked, and Lyra didn't so much as blink in the face of this strange man's scrutiny. ”To my recollection, there never has been a party who’s traveled out of there…for any reason. So why now?”

"I am retired. My days as a warrior on a battlefield are behind me, and I've decided that I will let them stay there. Caesonia is far enough that the troubles of a militant life will not reach me. I heard that it was beautiful this time of year." That was her story. It was dismissive and concise enough that it gave Verrick a believable answer. War was harsh on a person, and who could blame them for retreating far away from it? Her mind was formulating various responses to multiple questions he could have asked. I'm wearing the uniform to signify I'm not to be bothered with. I look young because you're trying to flatter me. I came here and not to Alidasht because I don't like sand. The sword is a going-away gift from a friend. Being in the presence of royalty, and the general public, was something Lyra also took note of for navigating this conversation. Word would surely spread of the foreign woman in uniform from a distant kingdom, but for the time being, others were content to enjoy the festivities. If Verrick pressed and accused her of being suspicious, he'd look bad in the company of a princess. The General was content to leverage every degree of insulation, social or formal, that she had to keep herself at arm's length from both of these people.

Information was a weapon of the battlefield, and Lyra knew battlefields like the back of her hand. It was paramount that she maintained her cover if she wanted to find what she was looking for.

Eye of the Needle (where Sci-fi & Fantasy collide)

Hey

I just found this and you got me interested.

Also, Hi Shu

What I'm thinking of is an Iriad fire mage. Someone from the Myriad who, through hibernation/meditative states, was there when parts of the forest were incinerated. Through some weird mind-opening shenanigans, it opened their mind to the heat domain. After that happened, they're pretty much a perpetually burning tree person who can light things on fire.

Their theme song would probably be smth like this. Space wizard from a far off place who looks like they'll kill you just by breathing on you.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Count me in. I might be down for this. Sounds fun.

Young Justice

Hi Zoey

I already sent them my character, lol.

The Star-Breakers

We should die for the things we believe in
But live our lives in the dark, self-deceiving.
In the snow, all the world that we knew is ice
And so we are cold, dead and gone.

Shine a light till the dark sky is burning
Wolves are howling, and fortune is turning.
But our hearts and the words that we say are ice
And so we are cold, dead and gone.

"Hmm..."

In one of the rooms this ship was built with for residency, a plasmoid lay across a bed against the wall, plucking away at the strings of an instrument. The opening to a song they picked up in another galaxy far from here. Unlike the rest of the crew, Strata had nothing to do currently, so they simply entertained themself on the strings. The ship was quiet, and the cameras were their only company. When the small prying eyes looked at Strata, they just stared back in disinterest. Multiple ration bars lay next to Strata, which the captain may or may not have been conveniently missing up to this point. Some of the wrappers were empty and some were yet to be devoured whole in the process of Strata contemplating what this leg of their life would lead to. Winning a game of poker against a dragon, and then detonating a star on top of a tyrannical empire were great stories to tell around the proverbial campfire, but what else could happen in this place, so far away that such things may as well not exist?

That was what Strata intended to find out.

They were about to start again when a speaker crackled to life. "Rise and shine, crew. Get your asses to the Mission Deck in ten, gotta brief everyone before we touch down." Time to go to work, it seemed.

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A few minutes later, the glowing humanoid was on deck. A blue human silhouette with veins of violet-white veins spiraling all throughout their body, leading to what could only be considered a heart of some sort. Their face was nothing but the same glow, swirling in a similar shape to a spiral galaxy. Foggy clumps of paler shades of blue danced across Strata's "skin" like impurities in a stone. At what would've been a human's right hip was a laser pistol jammed into the leg. Not in a holster, but directly stuck in the volume that made Strata's body. Inside their right arm could be seen a small number of rectangular shapes, other objects stuck inside them like a living backpack. Strata showed up to the briefing like this, ready for whatever they needed to do, even if it looked a little odd to be impaled by a gun.

They looked around and saw their new crewmates. The Gas Giant, as they named her, the rat, the bird, and the robot. Three others had yet to show up so far. The doctor, the co-pilot and the tech support. "I see we've yet to crash into an asteroid. Clearly, someone aboard this ship knows what they're doing." Banter mixed with small talk. Silence bored Strata to tears and made them want to do something stupid, so they filled it until they were expected to do something stupid. "Don't keep us in suspense, captain."