Blondie

Battle Royale

I'd like to get a group of people together to portray a class of high school students that get randomly selected by "The Program." An island sized arena battle in which everyone is given a random weapon and the only goal is to survive each other. Based on the Novel by Koushon Takami.

I'd host the main game and often portray the other tertiary students outside of the main players. You can play how you'd like: team up, play to win, or try to escape the confines of the game.

Would anyone be interested?

Shin Megami Tensei.

Sounds like fun, I'd like to express interest as well.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Minutes later, Jason Blood was downstairs and back around to the outdoor kitchen. He had followed Supergirl's directions and now was taking stock of this new environment. He made his way to the island in the middle of the kitchen and felt the marble counter-top. It was warm to the touch from the sunlight. Jason liked being in the kitchen. When he was growing up, he spent some of his time there with his housekeeper, a gentle older woman who taught him the basics of cooking and food preparation. It enabled him to make his own meals since he was a boy. His parents went through a lot of housekeepers.

Beneath one of the counters here in the outside Kitchen was his prize. An assortment of bottles of various alcoholic beverages. Unfortunately, none of it was particularly to his tastes. He was a red wine man, like his parents. One of the many traits he'd picked up from being a Blood. Still, he grabbed a six pack of what looked like some sort of summer beer, and a handful of limes. Stopping back at the island, he pulled a small knife from inside one of the drawers. He'd be able to slice the small green fruits with ease.

Before heading back up to the rest of his new housemates, Jason approached the heavy glass railing of the outdoor patio kitchen. He was a few stories up, and below he could hear the blaring horns of California traffic. Jason was from the East Coast, he didn't know how he would fit into this new environment. It was already far too bright. The DEMON however didn't seem to mind either way. He was used to the heat. Undoubtedly the hellfire of the dimension Etrigan had come from made the California heat seem like a cool breeze. How would Jason be accepted among his new peers? He was sharing living space with a Kryptonian. And undoubtedly other heroes who were trained into this type of work. But what training did Jason Blood have? None.

He was merely a vessel for Etrigan. A super powered demon who dedicates himself to justice, but can turn on a whim. An unpredictable wild-card. Dr. Fate had taught Jason more about the Demon's history, and it was his influence that enabled Jason to gain a home here at Titan Tower. But he wasn't a hero. He was a monster.

Looking out at the sea of traffic below him and the other sky-scrapers that surrounded him, Jason Blood took out a cigarette and lit it with a small book of matches. He hated smoking. But THE DEMON enjoyed the smell and taste. As the bottles of beer began to sweat on the counter-top, Jason Blood reached out over the railing, and wondered if this new version of himself really belonged anywhere...

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Jason Blood smiled when his compatriot pointed out the way to the hard alcohol. The real drinks. Over the woman’s shoulder he saw that several others were beginning to crowd the rooftop with them. One of them was a good looking man, with Red hair and an attitude that emanated cool. He had dark red shades on and a backwards cap. Jason Blood would have written him off as a brash loud annoying jock if he were more like old self. The Jason Blood from 6 months ago was already changing for the better - thanks in no small part to THE DEMON’S influence. These were his future teammates. He’d make an effort. At least for now.

“Well shades, you’ll have to make do for now. No grade school barrel drinks, but here-“ he tossed Roy a juice box that was in an iced cooler beneath the Bar. A bright red and yellow juice box with a lightning straw. The box was a Central City favorite: Speed Force Strawberry. They didn’t sell it in Gotham. Here was different.

Jason turned his attention back to the young woman he first laid eyes on. He nodded, letting her know he followed her directions. He was just turning to head down there when she introduced herself as “Supergirl.” He froze only momentarily. He wasn’t sure what to say. And so, almost under his breath, he said what he felt.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He turned, and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. It was beginning to get far too crowded up here for his tastes...

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

The elevator doors opened up onto the beautiful rooftop cabana, and as he stepped out, Jason Blood lifted his hand to his eyes to block out the sun. It was a bright day, and the tower he had until only recently called "Home" felt near enough to the sun to touch. He'd only been living in Titan Tower for nearly a week, had barely met another soul since being there. He'd bumped into a few other occupants in the halls, or in the kitchen, but for the most part everyone had mostly kept to themselves. Whether it was due to being anti-social or just shy in front of new faces, Jason Blood cared little. He'd spent most of his time in an enormous library, endlessly absorbing the thick volumes of leather-bound books some sorcerers would have considered lost to time. No doubt this was the sort of spoils that Jason's "on again, off again" mentor DR. FATE had implied he'd find. Today however was the day they would all have to make a little face time. As today, they'd be formally put together as a team.

Jason looked around and only saw one other person on the roof-top. But it was a welcome sight. A beautiful young woman with long blonde hair and the kind of sun-dress to make a man look twice was sitting under the shade of the canopy. Not another soul in sight. He looked down at his watch - a leather timepiece that had cost a pretty penny (but nothing to his family's fortunes) and noted it wasn't too long until the first official "meeting" would take place.

I suppose there's no harm in making "friends" at this point. Jason thought to himself as he walked over to where the young woman was sitting. It wasn't far from the entrance, and he made his way over easily enough. He himself was wearing slacks and a suit coat, and the heat bore down on him from above. He was entirely overdressed, but Jason Blood was never under-dressed. The blonde was in one of the two chairs and was studying what looked like blueprints, but Jason couldn't make out what it was she was so intently studying. He hesitated before clearing his throat, and gestured to the small island beneath the cabana.

"I understand this is a Teen Team but is it too much for a guy to hope there's something behind this bar that doesn't come in a juice-box or some kind of small plastic barrel?" Jason asked the young woman, as he headed over to the bar's direction.

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Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Name: Jason Blood
Alias: The Demon Etrigan
Age: 19
Powers/Drawbacks:In his form of man, Jason Blood has no super powers. He is in the physical conditioning of any young adult who partakes in daily exercise. He is weak to anything a mortal man would be weak to.

When in the form of The Demon Etrigan, The Demon has the below abilities:
Immortality (He can be killed, but does not age.)
Superhuman Physical Strength
Enhanced Hearing, Sight, and Smell
Novice spell-caster in maleficium
Light Precognition
Stunted Telepathy
Can cast bolts of Hellfire

THE DEMON has a number of notable arcane weaknesses.
The first is his demon heritage leaves him greatly at risk to summoning magic. A powerful enough sorcerer can bind Etrigan to his side. Other Theological ornaments can cause harm to him, such as a crucifix, holy water, and sacred ground. Other physical weaknesses include a vulnerability to Magic Cast Cold abilities, as well as certain sound frequencies can cripple him.

Skills: The Demon is a skilled warrior when it comes to physical combat, but lacks other skills outside of fighting and spell-casting. Jason Blood however has an intimate knowledge and understanding the Arcane, The Occult, Witchcraft, Sorcery. Though he himself is incapable of any sort of battle magic, he is an expert when it comes to Archaic History and Magical Perception.

Bio: Born into a rich family of noble heritage, Jason Blood was handed everything on a silver platter. Despite being such a child of privilege, Jason Blood had a natural aptitude when it came to his schoolwork. He had a near genius-level intellect, and keen instincts when it came to psychology, physiology, and world history. He stood out in his schoolwork from a young age. However, once Jason hit puberty, he became a problematic student - not often for getting into fights of his own, but for goading other precocious students into them. It seemed Jason Blood had a knack for mind-games. His playful attitude when it came to his peers made him a social outcast, widely distrusted by the rest of the student body, and he leapt from one Preparatory School to another, all while his absentee rich parents foot the bill.

To Jason, the real world wasn't as interesting as his peers made it out to be. You see, Jason's family had earned their fortune through a variety of black magic acts, wicked sorcery, and dabbling in the occult. Whereas some children would spend their weekends watching movies with their parents, or going to the park, Jason's parents took him to Secret Societies of robed figures, summoning circles, and their wicked masked masquerades. To Jason this was just what life was. It was likely his exposure to the dark underbelly of the Magic World that started his downward trend towards nihilism. Had he known as a child what his parents were really up to, he'd have turned on them far sooner.

On Jason's 18th birthday, he was brought before yet another one of his parents gaudy masked parties, everyone drinking their red wine. His father rubbing shoulders with prominent demonologists, his mother being too friendly with...well everyone.

But when his father and his friends lead him downstairs to the wine cellar, Jason Blood grew worrisome. The cellar had been cleared, the only thing in the room was a large white hieroglyph he didn't recognize. His father had him study early on all the marks and symbolism when it came to the dark arts. Jason wasn't able to fight back. He was forced into the speaking circle, and there, his father and his friends communed with the devil.

At first, Jason was terrified. He knew what kind of hellish spells could be cast and the kind of damage that could be inflicted upon him. While his parents and their dark companions attempted to sacrifice young Jason Blood to THE DEMON something peculiar happened. Etrigan, the yellow skinned demon with the sharp horns and claws that can rip a man in twain, felt empathy for the boy. instead of Feasting upon him, he made a pact with the boy. Jason would become ETRIGAN's vessel on the mortal plane. Using a sorcerer's curse, the boy and demon were bonded as two souls.

The Demon cast a subservient charm on The Blood's and their hooded friends, and Jason Blood was free.

Now, 5 Months later, Jason Blood and The Demon - as one - are partaking in Etrigan's Crusade. A crusade to rid the world of evil, and protect both this dimension and the next. With the two having only a begrudging respect for each other, Jason has been recruited by DOCTOR FATE to join the West Coast Titans. There he would be able to learn what it is to be truly a hero, and how to respect his newfound powers.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Name:HK-019 "KOH"

Race: HK series Droid, refurbished Assassin class.

Age: Unknown.

Gender: Droid

Personality: A droid with no concept of inner-thought, HK-019 was a no-nonsense Assassin class droid that operated as a criminal body for hire. He has zero filter (or concept of filter) and has no qualms with expressing his distaste, disinterest, or dis-satisfaction with any and all people in his vicinity. He does however have a system feature that would remove his "Personality" temporarily, making him 100% efficient. HK often takes any and all job that would allow him to showcase his programming and stand out as not just another droid. He is prideful, but not boastfully arrogant.

Occupation: Slicer

History: Although his previous life of as a Mercenary for hire in the world of Assassin's remains close to the chest, HK is a prominent figure in the Planet's underworld as a knack slicer, and a prominent co-pilot/ship navigator. He has no one crew, as most crews tend to avoid "hiring" a droid when they can just as easily buy one to control. He takes Droid Bias very personally. Most recently, HK has just finished a job that was far below his station - slicing his way into a low-grade ship hangar in order for a lower class of criminal to steal a smuggler's Spice Shipment. He has his credits, and he has no jobs on the horizon.

Equipment: BlasTech DLT-20A Pulse Cannon, Various Slicing equipment built into his person. Low grade wrist blaster built into his palm.

Force Powers: None

Skills: Slicing, Targeting, Probability, ship-navigation. He is also self-sufficient when it comes to combat, as his Assassin class original O.S is still maintained in his programming.

Weaknesses: HK-019 has a bit of a Napoleon complex. His firmware is unable to be upgraded further, and thus his operating system must adapt outside of any kind of automatic calculations when it comes to his profession. The fact that he feels he can no longer "grow" makes him feel as if he is stuck in some sort of perpetual adolescence.

He also has a genuine fear and distrust of most Astromech droids, as he once saw an Astromech completely erase the Memory and O.S of several of his HK compatriots.

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