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Avengers 2.0 A Bright New World [BD\\AHeartlessNobody]

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Avengers 2.0 A Bright New World [BD\\AHeartlessNobody]

Banner shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a dilapidated chair. The sun was setting outside, not that you could tell from the inside. Here it was already dark. There were no windows in the small building. (Probably closer to a shed.) There were three rooms. One small "living room", a kitchen, and a bedroom. For the seven people it was small and crowded. In fact it would have been crowded with two. However it was safe. There were no electronics, apart from what Howard had with him, which was the Iron Man suit. That was propped in the corner of the living room. It blended in well for the most part. If anyone broke in the protocols would initiate and it'd take care of whatever threats the Hulk couldn't.

The six children under Bruce's care were in the back bedroom. The eldest was the daughter of Natasha and Barton. Her name was Natalie, a nickname of her mother's. Natalie's full name was Natalie Romana Barton. Sometimes she went by Nat, other times she went by Roma. It was like her accents, they varied month by month. At least she never took to talking to them in different languages. He had helped her pick up where her parents left off. When it came to parents Natalie had the most stars in her eyes. She was one of the few who truly remembered her parents. And she also remembered how they died.

Ultron. Hank Pymm, a super scientist like Tony Stark, had created a robot to help mankind. Instead it had enslaved it. It had rebelled and killed all of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Well, all but one. So far the Hulk was still indestructible. Even Wolverine couldn't boast as much. It was both a blessing and a curse. When he had awoken as Banner he knew that all his friends were dead. So he had run, like he always did. But he didn't run away, not then. No, he ran back to New York and grabbed the children of his friends. Natalie had seen the news before the world went to hell and grabbed everyone and hid. She was good like that, a mother hen. Even though she was seven. It still amazed Bruce sometimes. It was the only reason why they all survived because the Avenger's Tower sure didn't.

Bruce stretched a little in the confined space. The children in the next room were still talking in low sounds. Even though they were in the middle of a forest they still had to hide. Banner hefted the canvas bag he was carrying. In it was dinner, freshly caught. They'd cook it a low lying stove that was smokeless. The man moved to the kitchen feeling his years. He was forty nine this year. And he was beginning to wonder if Ultron was playing with them. A waiting game. Because while he was indestructible he wasn't immortal. One day age would catch up to him. The only hope he had was that the children would be able to take care of themselves by that point. He knew they'd be the ones to take on Ultron, but after raising them for these twelve years he wished they could go on hiding forever. But they wouldn't and neither could he.

He deposited the food into the oven and got it going. He heard one of the children come up behind him. It had been tasking for Banner in the early days to keep control of the Hulk whenever he got too angry. And the kids did push his buttons, even if most of the time they didn't mean it. Now he was the epitome of self control. Even if it was going to be tested in a few moments.

"Yes Nat?" Bruce asked not even looking up. He knew from experience that Natalie would try to sneak up on him. However when he caught her all she'd do was smile.

"We have a problem." Her somber voice stopped Bruce in his tracks. He turned slowly to the young woman behind him. She was wearing camouflage she had picked up on one of their runs. The pants were too big, the shirt was torn, but it was good enough for them. When he didn't respond quick enough she continued. "We can't find Matt." Her voice broke on the last word. Nat loved her little brother more than anything else in the world. He was her anchor.

"When?" Bruce nearly croaked out.

Nat shook her head. "No one remembers seeing him for the past hour." She looked a little lost. "But no one heard him leave. Howard even checked the armor next to the door and there was no recordings of him leaving." She rubbed her hands over her face. "We were just about to check outside when you came back."

Bruce almost mimicked Natalie's gesture. He could feel the Hulk stirring, but he shoved him down. "Alright. Alright." He looked down at the oven. Looks like dinner would wait. He closed the door and stepped into the living room past Natalie. By this time everyone had gathered around. Everyone looked worried. From Howard to Terra and Odin. And they were all looking at him.

Avengers 2.0 A Bright New World [BD\\AHeartlessNobody]

Avengers:

Tony Stark (AHN)
Steve (BD)
Bruce Banner (Share)
Thor (AHN)
Natasha (BD)
Clint Barton (AHN)
(Loki (BD))

Avengers 2.0:
Bruce Banner (49)

Claira

Daughter of Steve and Anna. Currently 16. 4 when everyone died.

Howard Anthony Stark

Name: Howard Anthony Stark
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Physical Description: Howard is six foot one. He has black hair like his father which is usually longer, because who really has time to get a hair cut when on the run from an evil dictator robot? He has black eyes and fair skin. He has small little cuts over his hands from messing with broken or unrepaired equipment.

Personality: Howard is a little like his father. He has an ego a mile wide. Mainly because he inherited his father's smarts and it able to "build a super computer out of two paperclips and scrap wire". However unlike his father he isn't a ladies man. He is more concerned about fixing the world than chasing the girls.

Iron Man Armor

History: Tony and Pepper died when Howard was 4. Because of this Howard doesn't remember his parents. However because of safety protocols his father set up because of Ultron, all of Iron Man's armors were destroyed but one which was given to Howard. It followed him ditfully like a dog, keeping the boy safe until he was old enough (and tall enough) to use the suit of armor. However he doesn't use it often because if Ultron knew some armor had survived Tony's purge the robot would come after them all.

Skills: Super genius, Ability to pilot the Iron Man armor.

Matthew

Son of Clint and Natasha. Currently 12. Newborn when parents died.

Natalie Romana Barton

Name: Natalie Romana Barton
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Physical Description: Natalie looks a lot like her mother apart from her darker red hair color. She got her blue eyes from her father. She speaks with a different accent almost ever month, mainly because of how often the group tends to move.

Superhero Costume:

Personality: She studies everything she can get her hands on. Natalie is very practical. She doesn't like with stars in her eyes. She sees things as they are and tends to lean towards pessimism when alone. The only person she truly cares about is her younger brother. She'd die for him if necessary.

History: Natalie was 7 when her parents died. She remembers the day in perfect clarity. Which is where she gets her dedication to be as bast as she can. She revers her parents even though Banner keeps telling her they weren't as perfect as she chooses to believe.

Skills: Multilingual, very physically fit, skilled in combat

Odin Foster

Name: Odin Foster
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Asgardian
Appearance:

Physical Description: Odin has brown hair and black eyes. He has pale skin, like most Asgardians.

Superheros Costume: He's probably found in something like this or this. So in reality he doesn't have a costume. But maybe that'll change in the future?

Personality: Odin is a happy teen. He wishes his parents never died, but tries to make the best out of his life. Thor and Jane instilled a strong sense of right and wrong in him and even though they're gone he tries to live up with it. However he tends to easy to tease and can't handle it well. He takes those types of things seriously, even though he can "dish it".

History: Odin was given to Thor and Jane as a newborn. They raised Odin as their own without ever revealing his parentage. Odin believes that Thor and Jane are his parents and Terra is his sister. He was six when the Avengers died. Odin received his name from Thor who named him after his father, whom Loki killed.

Skills: Can work illusions like his father, but he doesn't know it yet.

Terra

Daughter of Thor and Jane. 5 when the Avengers died. Currently 17.

Blue Demon's Characters Ver 2.0

Salvaged Works from before the Great Calamity of 2013

Fate

Iaeti Imltin

Name: Iaeti Imltin (Eye-et-tee|Em-el-tin)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Physical Description: Iaeti is of average hight at five foot eight. He has short black hair, which unfortunately sticks out everywhere no matter how hard he tries to tame it. He has black eyes. He's fit and skinny like a twig, but he's not muscular at all. While he does on occasion do hard labor, he still seems to remain pale. He always wears the black robes of his faith.

Personality: Iaeti is a clam person. Even when things go wrong he's serene and keeps a cool head. He never yells in anger. He's kind and patient, but he doesn't suffer fools. Iaeti is highly dedicated to his religion. He is a noble person. He always tries to do what is right according to his religion's teachings. He is also very curious. He likes to learn new things. All in all his personality has remained almost the same since the day he was born. If it changes at all it is very slowly over a long period of time.

History: Iaeti was born to an unknown mother and father. He was dropped off on the steps of the Church. The Priests and Priestesses took him in and raised him as one of their own. He was given schooling to befit a Priest and was taught to read and write and to ask questions. He was also taught loyalty. Iaeti was always surrounded by the Priests and Priestesses so he's a little naive about the world at large, except in theory.

Skills: Read, writing, and fundamental knowledge of maths, sciences, and astronomy. Basically he's a learned scholar. He also knows basic skills such as farming and sewing.

Only Bad Guys Call Their Lawyers

James Parks

Name: James Parks
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Physical Description: James is six foot two. He is broad shouldered and muscular. He is very tan at the moment, mainly on his face, since he tanned around his Army uniform. He has a messed up right knee. It is scared and usually has a knee brace on it. James is sensitive about his injury and tries to hide it as best as he can. He has a tattoo on his right back shoulder that has his squad crest and squad names on it. He also has a tattoo over his heart that has the gun and helmet memorial with the names and death dates on it. So far there are three names. James has black eyes and short dark brown hair that he keeps at a military buzz cut. (He can't help himself)

Personality: James is a pretty easy going guy most of the time. He's fiercely loyal to his squad and has tendencies to place their wants over his. He likes to hang out with people and joke around. When he's on the job, he's focused. Really focused. To the point that he can sometimes alienate people. He doesn't like people who try to tell him what not to do. He's stubborn enough that if someone tells him not to do it, he'll do it just to be annoying. James is happy with his life at the moment. He tries to believe the best about people and it usually disappointed when they fail to live up to his standards.

Family: James was born to his mother, Darian. He has a younger sister named Linda who was born two years after him. Linda looks up to James and is the only one in his family that he'll talk to. His father left when James was fourteen and was never seen from again. Angrily at the world, James enlisted himself into the Army at the age of seventeen. His mother unwillingly signed the papers for underage entry. The only reason why she did was that he said if she did not sign, he'd do something worse. The Army was good for James. It gave him stability he hadn't had since his father left. He loved being in the Army until he was given an honorable discharge after being crippled in the line of duty. After he came back home when he was twenty five, having seen eight years of service, he found himself unable to adapt to civilian life. He thought about joining the local police, but he couldn't pass their physical. So he became a private investigator at the age of twenty six. He has been a P.I. for almost a year now.

Weapons: A small handgun (Ruger)

Skills: James is a good investigator. He's good at following paper trails and people. He knows how to drive most vehicles and keep them in good repair. He's also good with guns.

Little Things

Ivan Farace

Name: Ivan Farace
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Sphinx Shifter (But he cannot Shift)
Appearance:
--Lost Photo--
Physical Description: Ivan is tall and skinny like most cat shifters. He is tan from living in a desert city and spending time outside. He has black hair that is less common in his tribe. He has the traditional green eyes. He is scared on his arms from attacks from the other members of his tribe. His hands are calloused from digging and excavating.

Personality: Ivan is a loner by force. He doesn't talk to anyone in his tribe because of what he is. He tries to keep himself happy, but it is hard to do when everyone hates what you are. He spends most of his time alone in the ruins because they have interested him since he had been little. He's very intelligent. Everything he knows is self taught. He is also paranoid. He is always watching his back and not letting anyone close. After all, it's not paranoia if someone is really out to kill you.

Family: Ivan is the youngest child of five. He was born last only because his mother killed herself after she discovered Ivan was incomplete. His father threw him out right after this. Ivan was only four. An older woman took pity on him and raised him in secret until he was old enough to defend himself. After that she too ignored him. Since then he has been on his own for his survival.

Weapons: Two long knives.

Skills: Agility, paranoia, and luck. Ivan is quick, thanks to his heritage. He can't always match a Shifter for speed, but he has gotten extremely skilled at reading moves and defending himself from large cats. He also has his paranoia to help protect him from getting into bad situations.
Reading ancient writing. It's a must have skill for anyone researching the ruins.
Night vision. Like any self respecting cat, Ivan can see well in the dark.

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Blane Carter

Name: Blane Carter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
--Lost Photo--
Physical Description: Blane is six foot. He is muscular from working out. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He is tanned, but it's more of a farmer's tan.

Personality: Blane is what's known as a punk. He has a bad attitude. He doesn't trust other people easily. He's a bit of a loner, not hanging out with anyone. This is because of experiences when he was a kid. He is smart and gets good grades. He's not a genius, but he's not average smart either. Because his family is Nouveau rich and his mother is from Old money, he is a little arrogant from all the privileges afforded to him. He secretly wants his parents to accept him even though he'll never admit to it. He's bi and likes his men manly and girls girly. He's a self proffered switch.

Family: Blane is an only child. He was raised by a succession of nannies until he was old enough to take care of himself. After that was pretty much left alone. He learned how to do most things for himself. His father is a famous architect and his mother is a world famous actress. They don't spend much time at home.
After he graduated high school at seventeen he took off and travelled around the world for a year. When he came back he enrolled himself in college.

Skills: Blane is good at insulting people with his abrasive personality. He is a skilled artist. He also excels at turning food into lumps of poison when he cooks.

Blane's Class schedule:

Monday: History 101 9:00-10:00a.m.
Art History 10:15-12:00a.m.
Math 1:30-2:30p.m.

Tuesday: English 10:00-11:30a.m.
Architecture and Design (Plus Lab) 4:00-6:00p.m.

Wednesday: History 101 9:00-10:00a.m.
Math 1:30-2:30p.m.

Thursday: English 10:00-11:30a.m.
Architecture History 1:00-2:30p.m.

Friday: History 9:00-10:00a.m.
Art History 10:15-12:00p.m.
Math 1:30-2:30p.m..

Binding Contract

Earl Ipos

Name: Earl Ipos
Nickname: Prince
Age: Looks 22 or thereabouts
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Appearance:

Physical Description: Ipos is a demon who looks like a human. He is about 5'10". He is slender in build. He has a good set of muscles on him. His eyes are silver. His hair could be called black, but it likes to change color in the sun. Often it ranges from black to a wheat color. Ipos has a long scar running across the small of his back, as if someone had once tried to cut him in half from behind.
However is Ipos gets really mad and losses it, he does sprout horns from the side of his head, just above his ears. This enables him to use a greater power than normal, but it is more tiring.

Demon Form Physical Description: Ipos does have a demon form. It's similar to his natural form. However the horns are there, he has scaled wings, a tail and tribal looking tattoos. He can take other forms to intimidate. One of his more popular forms is to have the head of a lion on his body with taloned feet and a tail. Sometimes he appears as a vulture, but not often. He rather prefers looking normal, but is willing to pull out the stops, but only for a while because he's vain.

Personality: Ipos is arrogant. He's a demon lord and he knows it. He likes people to follow his every order. If they don't, he has no problems flaying their everliving souls, be it a human soul or a lesser demon one. He is also vain, as stated above. He likes looking handsome. He's also fond of handsome looking men.

History: Ipos is an old demon. He did old demon things like fighting wars, killing people, trickery, all that good demon stuff.

Weapons: Magic. His body....

Skills: Moderate clairvoyance. He can see the past reasonably well and the future only occasionally. He's a skilled magic user and tactician. He likes to think ahead, or 'see' ahead. He's not half bad at physical combat either.

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Denver Corbin

Name: Denver Corbin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Human Appearance:

Human Physical Description: Denver is six foot. He's muscular, but not overly buff. He has a light tan from all the time spent out in the sun. He has brown eyes and hair. He keeps his hair short because he's lazy and it's easier to manage that way. He doesn't have many scars since he heals so quickly.

Wolf Appearance:

Wolf Physical Description:
Denver's wolf is larger than the average normal wolf. Standing full height his head nearly reaches an average man's shoulders. His coat is a mixture of colors ranging from black, brown, and white. He retains his brown eye color in both forms which makes it hard to tell sometimes if the wolf is in control or the human.

Personality: Denver is a hot head. He likes trouble and trouble usually finds him. He tends to say whatever he thinks and to not really think about what he says. Which often lands him in trouble too. He likes to have fun, whatever shape or form, even if it means antagonizing other people. Despite this, he's really a nice guy. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt people or even think about hurting people. In someways he's simple. He thinks of life as black and white. Or in other words, fun and not fun. He joined the police force because it seemed like fun and he wasn't half bad at it.

Family: Denver's part of a family of five. His mother, Carly, is a homemaker and a submissive wolf. His father, Harold, is the Beta of the pack. He's always busy with police work and keeping the pack in line, and working whatever the Alpha tells him to. He has a younger brother, Leon, and an older sister Edith. Edith married into another wolf family and is trying to get her own clothing store open, but it hadn't happened yet. Leon currently is out of town studying at a University a few cities over.

Weapons: His wolf form.

Skills: Denver's a bit of a detective. He's good at sniffing things out. He's also good for getting into trouble. But then again, he always manages to get himself out of it too.

The Quest for the Missing Egg

Kimberly Ellen

Name: Kimberly Ellen
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Physical Description: Kimberly or Kim is tall and skinny. While being slender, she's fit, which means she has nearly no butt to speak of and she's flat in front. She has tan skin for being out in the sun a lot. She has long black hair and brown eyes. Most of the Kim is either seen in her socializing scene, decked out in jewels and the finest clothes. Or in "work" clothes.

Personality: Kimberly is a little bit of a split personality to those who don't really know her. One one hand she is the butterfly of a socialite. Always chatting and holding great parties. She drinks a fair amount and likes her men to be lookers. Most of the time in the elitist circles, she acts like the girl who really doesn't know anything. Outside of these circles, Kim is smart. She isn't above double crossing or using people to get what she wants. She has few friends, mostly employees. She loves pretty things and will do most anything to obtain them.

History: Born to rich parents, Kimberly grew up spoiled. She had everything money could buy that she wanted. But she always wanted more. The first time she was told no, was when she wanted a painting from a museum. Upset and calculating, Kim began wondering how she could get it. When she came into her parents money after their deaths when she was teen, she tried to buy the painting. That failed. Then she turned to theft. Not of the painting, but other ones. From private collectors, from crooks, from their hiding places in the world. She stole whatever struck her fancy and sold the rest to fund her enterprise.

Skills: Kimberly is a skilled treasure hunter and thief. She is also good at manipulating people and holding her liquor.

Of Steam and Souls

Shigetoshi Sanada

Name: Shigetoshi Sanada
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140LBS
Hair: Short and Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: Olive/brown colored (Ish, he's Asian. :P)
Build: Skinny

Clothes: Traditional Kimono. (If you click on the link, the one I'm picturing is the right one). Grey in color, simple in style. The only color comes from the sash, which he has three. Two blue and one white.
Accessories: Wooden sandals.

Skills: Shigetoshi really only knows how to run his Bathhouse/Inn. He's good with money and organization.

Personality: Shigetoshi is a cheerful man. He enjoys living alone during the winter and having a full Inn during the summer. Sometimes he does get lonely and has thought about getting a pet, but hasn't. Shigetoshi oftentimes is forgetful. When on his own he neglects his own health, focusing in the Inn rather than his own person. Shigetoshi often gets pestered by the women who visit the Inn to get married, but hasn't mainly because he likes men.

Background: Shigetoshi was born to Koko Sanada and Naoki Sanda. His mother, Koko died in child birth. His father, Naoki raised Shigetoshi until Shigetoshi turned eighteen, when one day his father just left and never came back. Since then he has run his family Inn as well as he could. It's a little ways out of town, but the Hot Springs are amazing, so there was never a lack of patrons. He's content with his life in on the mountain.

[Shadowrun] Sprawl Stories (Accepting new players!)

Munk said Great to see a post, BD! Glad we haven't lost you ;)

Nope, I'm in this for the long haul. :) Though I'm sure the vast majority of my partners are feeling the same sentiment right now. Lol.

Seeking Friendly Partner to RP With

Open for business.

Of Steam and Souls

Shigetoshi watched Tatsuki compose himself. Or as best as he could. He still looked sad, but he tried to smile. Perhaps, the innkeeper thought, it would have been better not to say anything. But what was done was done, and there was no changing that. When the other man gestured at the food and remained silent Shigetoshi thought it was a cue for him to eat and leave him alone. Willing to do one of those things, Shigetoshi took up his own chopsticks and carefully sampled the wares. While he did so he kept a close eye on the guest as he looked around the room. Shigetoshi was beginning to get the feeling that whatever was troubling the man wasn't anything Shigetoshi did. The thought caused mixed feelings. Relief, that it probably wasn't his fault. But regret too. Because it would have been so much easier to fix.

Shigetoshi realized between one blink and the next that the young guest had moved in closer. Shigetoshi nearly jumped when Tatsuki began to talk in a low voice. Low enough that he had to lean further in to hear. The words made sense, but then again, they didn't. The young Asian couldn't help the frown that pulled on his lips. But Tatsuki didn't seem to notice between his concentration on the food and on the other patrons. When the other's eyes did a funny flash, Shigetoshi didn't notice it, or ignored it because it couldn't have possibly happened.

When Tatsuki turned finally to look at Shigetoshi, the young man wished Tatsuki would turn away again. There was something there, but Shigetoshi wasn't ready to accept it, or even think about it. Shigetoshi turned away first and looks down at the utensils in his hand. He swallows as Tatsuki finally falls quiet. However the words still burned in his ears, unerasable. Was this young man next to him some kind of... dare he say it? Shigetoshi pressed his lips together.

"The meal you've made is very tasty." Shigetoshi said as he gathered the courage to look back at Tatsuki, who was eating still. Then his gaze drifted to the others. None of them seemed to notice anything off. Which was good. And they too were enjoying the food. "And it looks like everyone else is too." He smiled, even if it felt rather forced. Shigetoshi knew he was avoiding the topic, but he didn't know what to do. After all his father had drilled into him that the comfort of his guest came first and he should do everything to ensure they were in fact comfortable. In this case, if it was normal, he's listen to anything Tatsuki had to say.

But the case wasn't normal. Shigetoshi wasn't even sure if this young man wasn't a... Shigetoshi couldn't even think the thought, He placed down the chopsticks and looks back at Tatsuki. "I can listen." The young man shurgged as he dropped his gaze and straightened one of the chopsticks.

[Shadowrun] Sprawl Stories (Accepting new players!)

Hey. :) A new guy. Sweet.

And I finally got around to posting. *Gah*

[Shadowrun] Sprawl Stories (Accepting new players!)

Lei Ne had set off a round of brainstorming. She listened, but not with any real interest. It wasn't her area. She knew she had to know what everyone else was doing, if only for insurance purposes, but she didn't have to have the absolute lowdown. When Thorin complemented her she could help but look a little bit pleased. And if she added in a little blush for modesty's sake, who was to know? Despite the little bit of preening, mental and other wise, Lei Ne was still focused at her task. When the mage was brought up, the Asian sighed.

Lei Ne hadn't minded Old Soul. He was rather charming in a boyish way. It was a pity he wasn't here. Mainly because that meant he was either dead or probably being hunted down. Then again, those were risks you ran as a runner. Lei Ne sighed again as everyone seemed to agree with the suggestion of a disposable mage. Not that Lei Ne was a saint or anything, but going out to kill someone? That was even out of her purview. So she was glad when Red rejected the idea. Red had somehow become leader of this defacto group. Something Lei Ne didn't mind.

The pretty Asian listened to Red as the woman agreed to get her a list of employees. Though she was partially distracted by Thorin as he stood, shuffled away and disappeared into the adjacent room. Well, not completely, the red glow of a smoke gave him away, highlighting his eyes as he stared at her. Daring her to do anything. A corner of her mouth lifted into a crocked smile, but she failed to rise to the challenge. She turned her attention back to Red.

"That's okay. As long as I get it soon." Lei Ne shifted back in her chair finally settling in. The difference was small, but if you knew what you were looking for you'd see it. A deliberate message. I trust you. (False, but hey, she wasn't known for her honesty anyways. Right?)