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Titans Academy

I love the idea of this Rp, but considering that I just keep running out of time to work on the character sheet, I'm taking that as a sign that I don't have the time to properly give this RP the attention it deserves.

Titans Academy

Sorry. Was delayed by other things. Will continue character creation tomorrow.

Titans Academy

Adamn 'The Jester' Mcdonald (WIP)

Name - Adam Mcdonald

Alias - The Jester

Age - 18 (Birthday is the 19th of July)

Mentor – Flash

Status – Part-time

Personality -
Compassionate, Dutiful, Wrathful

Adam used to be a very different person. A quiet young man who simply tried his best to keep his head down and avoid drawing any kind of negative attention to himself as he went about his life from going to school, hanging out with what few friends he had and playing video games. He was never intentionally malicious or of ill intent, but his view was that since he was only human he should worry about the happiness and well being of himself and those who he knew and got along with rather then worrying about larger issues like his home city or nation.

Then he got shot by a stray bullet in a drive-by as he was waiting for a bus to school.

The revelations of this incident, including the awakening of his abilities and the near death experience that came with it changed Adam's views. Joining Titan Academy (even if in a part time capacity) in order to become a hero and help make the world a better place in his own small way is merely the most visible of changes. However, underneath the mask he dons for his Alias lays a great deal of rage; This fury exists for a number of reasons and justified or not, it might get him into trouble.

Experience -
3 Weeks.

Powers -
Adam is a magic user who draws his magical abilities from an Entity that simply goes by the title of 'Warden of Hell'. While in theory Adam could learn a wide variety of different magical spells and effects, his pact with the Warden seems to be specialized towards punishing those who have sinned; While it is still early days, experience and conversations with his patron have revealed at least three spells/abilities so far.

Judgement: If Adam looks at someone and focuses on this spell (Which require him to speak the phrase 'Tpdvlaljh' aloud) he can get a vague idea of what kind of sins weigh on their soul. This is not a perfect reading by any means due to the complicated nature of sin, the soul and the hardships of living. This also doesn't reveal the full story behind the sin, only the vague, base nature of it (Lust, Greed, ect). The more of a type of sin someone commits, the more it stains their soul and the more it stands out.

Reckoning: When Adam casts the spell of Reckoning (requiring speaking the phrase 'Glscejnjv'), Adam is magically empowered physically. He becomes faster, stronger and gains more endurance to injuries. In theory he can reach super human levels on par with leading figures of the Justice League under the right circumstances... but there is a catch. The power boost gained from the spell of Reckoning is dependent on how twisted and dark the soul of those around him are; Reckoning is designed to be fueled and empowered by the darkness of the soul of those Adam is intending to fight.

Consequence: A verbal spell that uses the phase 'Sejiltpljsl', Consequence is the hardest spell for Adam to make use of. In order to work, he needs to be able to stare the target dead in the eyes after they have been subdued enough that they cannot escape or fight back. The spell itself does not affect the physical body of the victim, instead targeting their mind and soul directly. The spell effectively gives the victim a 'preview' of what awaits them if their soul ends up in hell under the care of the Warden. The experience and how much pain the target goes through is dependent on who they are and what crimes they have committed since the punishments are tailored to the sins they are guilty of.

Weaknesses -
Being gagged: To date, all of Adam's spells require being able to speak. If he is silenced, he cannot cast spells.

The Soulless: The spells Adam currently can use are dependent on the target having a soul. If the target does not have a soul, then his spells will have no effect on them.

Appearance - [description or pic, I'll make a few micros I'm sure...]
BRIEF Bio -
Notes - [this can be how you met your mentor, just don't get too long winded]
SAMPLE POST - (2 paragraph minimum w/dialogue)

Will finish tomorrow after work. Please give me an idea if the powers are acceptable or not.

Titans Academy

Is it too late to show interest or have we hit that player limit?

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

While personally Jim enjoyed the roaring power of the heavy chain cleaver as it tore apart flesh, muscle and just about anything else that got in the way of the blades, the boning sword had its own charms and benefits. Sure it required a bit more work on the part of the wielder in order to make proper use of it, but in encouraged a finesse in action instead of the brutal style that the cleaver seemed to demand. Of course, the fact that the boning sword was a great deal easier to maintain without the involvement of third parties to get parts, 'misplace' from the equipment roster in the first place or alert the hub block that someone was being dismembered with an almighty roar when all you want is a quick and easy meal on the way home.

It also preserved more of the body, since a quick clean slice with the boning sword encouraged one to aim for somewhere vital on the opening strike rather then mincing the body as one turns it into a corpse. Sometimes the Patrician of Butchery desired a more bloody, messy kill as an offering in and of itself, but this time wasn't such a case.

All things considered it hadn't been as satisfying a kill as either Jim or the Patrician had desired. The hive scum in question had tried to mug him as he had traveled through the darkened hallway leading to his small living space and discovered far to late who was actually in danger. It was clear from the manner she talked, the way that she twitched and the state of her teeth that she was a hopeless addict of one or more dangerous substances who had still been riding her latest fix before she had tried her ill fated life of crime. This was... problematic. While it was possible to cleanse the meat of such impurities, between the location of the kill and the resources he had access to, properly preparing the dying chemhead's meat for consumption (either for pleasure or ritual purposes) wasn't possible. Better she end up becoming corpse starch.

Just as he had been about to continue along his way, the Patrician spoke up. Call it a request, commandment or order but what it wanted was clear; For the dying woman's guts to be spilled as she tried to breath through a windpipe that had been gashed open. Kicking aside the poorly kept, blood soaked pistol that she had dared to try and use against him, all it took was a twitch of a wrist and the cloth and flesh that was holding in her insides gave way. Blood, gore, organs and other substances spilled out onto the dirty metal floor... and both Jim and the Patrician were captivated by the sight of them.

At first Jim didn't really understand why the sight was so enchanting... but soon the Patrician started to show him the meaning of what he was seeing. The message in the offal for the both of them. An invitation of sorts for the Patrician and his Butcher. This meeting would require some traveling to get too... as well as having to cash in whatever goodwill he had built up so that he could disappear from work for a time and still expect a job when he returned; Thankfully he had actually gotten ahead of the quota which would make that process a bit easier.

With an annoyed sigh, Jim turned away from the waste of flesh and continued his journey to his small, cramped box in order to lay down and get some rest before he answered the call from persons unknown, but the Patrician was interested and thus it was worth investigating.

Star Wars - Winter of the Confederation

@Richard Horthy

I could... but sadly one of the other Rp's I'm apart of has just kicked off again and I've suddenly found that I don't have the time for another.

Star Wars - Winter of the Confederation

Droka (WIP)

['Butcher' Droka]

Age:
32

Species:
Human

Allegiance:
Independent, through the Mandalorians are likely the only one of the primary trio of factions that would care to accept him.

Physical Appearance:
Droka is an intimidating person to bare witness too, even without his trademark combat/cult leader attire or the 'tools' of his trade. Just under seven feet tall and refined by years of brutal combat and physical training, few species in the universe can look down on him, let alone intimidate him through physical strength. Underneath the mask he tends to wear, one would discover that he is an ugly, thuggish looking bastard; While a lifetime of suffering a variety of blows, cuts and blaster shots to the face almost certainly played their part, one generally got the impression that he hadn't exactly been much of a looker to begin with.

The one thing that always draws the gaze through are his eyes. One would expect his brown eyes to be dull, hollow and lifeless, but in truth they shine so brightly and with such intensity that its difficult to hold his gaze for any length of time. The light however is a dark flame; A sign of the insanity that has corrupted Droka's brain and fuels his zeal.

The mask Droka wears is a thing of pure dread and unease most people who witness it. Part of this is due to its intimidating, almost demon like design, but the choice of materials also plays a role; It is made with a combination of metal, human bone and human flesh. There are in fact several such masks currently in existence with different designs, alongside a number of masks that have been damaged beyond repair or the repair work practically changed the look of the mask itself.

Background: Give an overview about this character's history (about 3 paragraphs would be nice). Explain how they got involved with the Grand Alliance, why they fight, and how they acquired their skills.

Skills: Detail any skills your character has that that are important. Put things that aren't what are expected from someone in a resistance army: I think "Blaster shooting" is a skill that ranks up there in noteworthiness with things like "walking" and "breathing", for example.

Weaknesses:
Insane Cannibal Cult Leader: Droka is a monster. By all rights, in just about any other circumstance, anything even remotely close to a respectable government would either have thrown him into the deepest, darkest hole they could find in order to start serving the first of many life sentences or execute him on the spot. It is a testament to the Grand Alliance's dire situation in regards to the Empire that they cannot turn away Droka or his cult. They are high morale, combat experienced veterans who cost very little to supply and maintain who have proven time and time again to be a highly effective terror weapon in the war against the Empire. That being said, the various factions of the Grand Alliance almost certainly have planned to purge Droka and his followers the exact moment they are no longer needed and will do so without a tinge of regret.

Force Sensitivity: While he is unaware of his force sensitivity and the abilities that it bestows upon him in the field of battle, Droka is still a dark sided force sensitive and thus shares the various weaknesses and counters to force sensitivity.

Equipment: Your usual equipment that you have on hand for most campaigns and missions. Most stuff will be leftovers, requisitioned from the Clone Wars and as battlefield pick-ups.

I'm going to be honest. The general theme I'm going with this character is 'In drawn out conflicts, after a certain point you don't get to be picky about who's fighting beside you.

Star Wars - Winter of the Confederation

You have my interest good sir. I'll try and get a character sheet up in the next day or two.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

Butcher Jim

Despite its designation as an agri-world, like the majority of Imperial Worlds Arishe 42.9 maintained a facility for the development of corpse starch. For the most part this was so that it could be used in the creation of fabrics and clothing since unlike the standard Hive world, Arishe 42.9 could actually grow and sustain other food products, but some corpse starch would still end up on the plates of those living on the planet alongside the occasional shipment off-world to one of the other planets in system that for logistical reasons needed some extra corpse starch in a hurry.

Of course, like all industries, workers were required in all stages of corpse starch production. From gathering the bodies of the recently deceased all the way to shipping the final product of corpse starch to whatever end it needed to go to. Jim was simply another cog in the machine who's job was, once a body had been properly stripped of their belongings, bionics and other mechanical parts removed and then cleaned, to take that body and convert it into its most basic parts so that they could be sorted, treated in the correct manner and used to the fullest. Skin sent down one chute, bones in another, muscles and meat sent along the belt. Anything that didn't belong in the human body that was missed by earlier sweeps got tossed in a bin to be sorted out later.

It was bloody work, but Jim took a sense of pride in being rather good with the chain cleavers and meeting his quotas. Then one day, he accidentally slept in; He had been a little feverish and his body had refused to let him get up without an extra half an hour of sleep. While good for his health, this resulted in Jim being late for work and needing to skip the morning meal in order to have a chance of meeting deadlines.

It wasn't so bad at first, but after a few hours of physically demanding work that required one to stay focused or risk adding a little more meat to the belt, Jim had a rather... strange thought as hungry threatened to distract him at bad times. The body he had been working on was a fatter then normal person, why not take a small amount of meat from it in order to give him the energy and focus to make it through to the next proper meal. Sure, the headgear they wore was meant to discourage such an action but it wouldn't be difficult to bypass it if he tried. Not wishing to lose an arm due to a moment of distraction, Jim took a handful of raw meat and slipped it past his face mask.

For a moment he thought that it would be wrong to ate raw human meat. Disgusting. But once it was actually in his mouth and he was eating it, he honestly didn't have the words to describe the sensation. It was so rich... so juicy. It was honestly one of the best things he had ever tasted before in his life. Only the threat of an overseer stopping by to 'motivate' him to keep working prevented Jim from continuing to eat from the corpse and getting back to work. But as time passed other opportunities to sneak a handful presented themselves and there was a part of Jim that wanted to make sure that the earlier taste hadn't just been a strange fluke.

It hadn't been. Once the shift was over and he had the next proper meal Jim couldn't help but find it... bland. Lacking somehow. He still ate it, but it just didn't have that same texture and taste that he had experienced earlier. As time past and other shifts came and went, Jim found himself sneaking little bits of meat whenever he felt he could get away with it. He always seemed to be more energetic and focused whenever he had at least one morsel stolen from the production line and soon the idea of going a shift without a fix was just madness to him.

The fact that he was processing bodies faster then before at a high quality of success was an added bonus to this arrangement; Where before he had been meeting quotas and deadlines, now he was taking to the task with such zeal that he was actually surpassing quotas of bodies being processed a day to the point where the overseers had noticed and were using him as an example for the other workers to follow.

It was around this point that what Jim had originally believed to be his own impulses revealed that wasn't the case. A voice that materialized in his head, speaking to him of rites and rituals and the secrets of blood and muscle. While initially Jim had been privately concerned by the discovery that something or someone was speaking to him inside of his mind that wasn't himself, he couldn't help but find himself trusting it and its advice. After all, following its guidance had worked out wonderfully for Jim so far; He was physically in the best shape of his life, his mind felt sharper then ever before and the overseers hadn't beaten him for months. Whatever it was, it clearly had his interests at heart.

So after his shift, Jim found some unemployed dredge in an alleyway that was eating something likely ransacked from a garbage pile and introduced them to the business end of a chain cleaver. The process was messy, but apart from the screaming of the soon to be corpse there really wasn't much difference between it and Jim's shift work. With the ritual that the voice was informing him of, Jim enjoyed the greatest meal he had ever had in his life.

The voice itself, a roaring inferno of a fiery tone that felt like it could shake the world just by yelling, affectionately bestowed upon Jim the title of Butcher. There would be more to do in the future of course, but in that very moment Jim felt such a deep sense of contentment with himself that the idea of his life before almost made him weep.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

@Jb

Yeah it proved to be. Suddenly had a moment of inspiration.