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Current Or, just maybe, stop posting in every damn IC you can find to ask people to join your “League of Legends Noxus RP.” It’s annoying, and forces GMs to go out of their way to get it deleted. Etiquette.
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3 yrs ago
tbh a death threat was not on my 2023 bingo
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3 yrs ago
man if you’re just gonna fucking admit it what’s the point. go touch grass. don’t kill your roommate.
3 yrs ago
ANOTHER ONE?!?!
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3 yrs ago
holy shit roommate murder guy went off
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I like your character sheet, I just have a couple issues with it.

1. I'd like you to clean up the grammar on the character sheet. I'd recommend running it through Grammarly.
2. You didn't include 'Notable Rumors' or 'Birthday' as their own sections. I organized the character sheet like I did for a reason.

@canaryrose



Sorry it took so long! Let me know if I need to edit anything or add more.


Accepted! Go ahead and pop her over.


Jamie could only watch, horrified, as the life faded from Ranucci's eyes. Her blue eyes widened in shock. Why was he... what? Had her hit done this? The thought must've disturbed her significantly because she went mute, just staring down at the body. She had never killed somebody before- not even a villain like this guy had been. It was a terrible feeling- like a big rock in her gut, weighing her down and rooting her in place. Of course, if Jamie had taken even a moment to think about it (which she rarely did), she would've found that she couldn't possibly have been the direct cause of his death. After all, she had deliberately hit the parts of him that wouldn't kill him if smashed. A broken wrist and hip, while painful, wouldn't've caused a death like that. But Jamie was too busy thinking about how she had just committed her first murder to think about that.

Jamie half-heartedly stood, putting her hands by her side again, and cast her gaze to the sky when Blake pointed up at something. An airplane? Airplanes were fun, she guessed! Even if she was permanently banned from three major commercial airlines. But... why was the plane falling? This realization quickly replaced her concern about murder. "Holy crap, you guys, the plane's CRASHING-"

She was interrupted by a silver-black, vaguely person-looking thing crashing headfirst into the house. Debris and smog went everywhere. Jamie popped her goggles on and put her face in her elbow like she was about to cough. She did, in fact, cough, but tried her best not to breathe in the smog. Once it cleared, she would move towards the house to check on the person who crashed. I hope they're okay! That was a weird-looking plane, though... But her concern abated as she found that this crashed guy was not a guy at all- he was some kind of robot? She stepped back, cocking her head. She had to wipe the dust from her goggles to see fully, but... he looked odd. An unsettled feeling joined the guilty one at the bottom of her stomach.

Jamie's eyes narrowed at the man (Paradox's?) demand for surrender. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! "Surrender my ASS!" she screamed, just before Blake shot a huge pillar of fire directly at him. She had had her hands raised and a blast prepared but instead shot Blake a big thumbs up. She grinned. That had been easier than she had thought-

Or maybe not. Things happened almost too quickly for her to comprehend. Paradox literally rose from the ashes with a weird green forcefield around him. She simply blinked at this. Maybe he'd take a bit more firepower to take down than she had originally thought? But then both Blake and Rumi were shot down. She turned to Blake, panicked, before realizing that he had simply been netted. Not properly shot, thank God. She turned her gaze to Paradox, eyes now deadly-looking.

Nobody fucked with her friends.

Ignoring his choice of words, Jamie started to use her power at full-throttle. The ground began to tremble violently, sending white-picket fences around them falling. "GO TO HELL!" She raised up her hands and simultaneously aimed two intense blasts of vibrational force at Paradox. Her face was twisted up into a snarl. Playtime was over, it seemed.

@Hitman@Scarifar






"We can be, like, cross-organization friends? I dunno. Or, even better, you can join us! I'd love to have you. You can be, like, my top lieutenant. Some of the older villains have, like, mini-squads that work for them! I mean, I don't have to be your boss, y'know. We can be partners! Your power is really cool, by the way. I haven't heard firsthand, but I've heard you have a really pretty voice."

Patricia's face twisted up into a scowl at this. She had always despised being called a villain- especially by actual villains. But, of course, she immediately smoothed her face back into something that only slightly resembled angry. She had to keep this girl happy. For the mission. "I-I'm not a villain. I'm a hero. I like my job. B-but thanks. For the compliment, I guess."

When Katharina started her ramble about what Patricia actually cared about- the information- she listened, nodding along. "Ooh! I can tell you, but no telling your other hero friends, OK? So, basically, after Vinnie does his terrible stuff, the heroes get sent to ZERO HQ. I'm not a fan of the torture, personally. It's really cruel. I mean, they are heroes, so they do absolutely deserve it, but I try to keep a moral high ground. You're not bad though, Patricia! You're basically one of us. You should be, anyway," Katharine rambled on, oblivious to the disgust building on Patricia's face. She almost interrupted Katharine to say that she was, in fact, not one of them, and would never be, but closed her mouth when Katharine started talking again. This girl was either really lonely or a blabbermouth. Probably the former.

"Afterwards, we bring the heroes to the Ultra Death Machine. Well, it's not called that, of course, but that's what it looks like. Using the machine, we give the heroes a 'quick, merciful death.' At least, that's what Daddy told me."Katharine paused for a moment at this. Meanwhile, Patricia looked absolutely horrified. Her hands flew to her mouth and her hazel eyes went wide as saucers yet again. Ultra Death Machine? She had to be messing with her. But this girl didn't seem like the type to be messing with her. She sounded so nice, but she talked of killing casually as if it was artful. A mercy. Patricia was immediately reminded of her father. But she swept away the thought. This girl's father was the monster.

"Though I always found it strange that they scream when going into the machine, if it's so painless and merciful. But anyway, it's a really cool machine. It's, like, really big, and it looks like one of those CAT scan machines! So anyway, what the machine does is-" Katharine's disturbing speech was interrupted by a Whitney Houston song blasting from her phone (good taste). Patricia felt vaguely frustrated at this interruption. The girl-villain had just been about to get to the important part. The part that she needed to bring back to Director Powers, to get Division X on them and stop this entire insane thing.

Patricia mostly zoned out during the whole phone conversation, staring at the wall in horror. It didn't sound like 'Zero', whoever they were, was going to use this 'Ultra Death Machine'' on her- Katharine had reiterated several times that she wasn't going to kill her. But Brie, and Will, and Angie... Patricia couldn't just let them die. She had to get out of here somehow. Maybe the door-

Her inner planning was interrupted by Katharine's sobbing. "I hate him...I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him..." she repeated over and over again, sinking into a little ball, head between her knees, beginning to sob. "Why does h-he always choose me?" she asked. "J-just because of who my father is he does this. Nobody else! He only ridicules m-me! We're s-supposed to be on the same side b-but he just...h-hates me! I don't know wh-why!" She continued to sob heavily.

A thread of empathy pulled at Patricia's heart. She found that she could relate, in whatever insane capacity. Maybe this 'Paradox' guy was like her Seraph? She could definitely understand being targeted because of lineage and for no other reason. Patricia found herself drifting to the bed. She hesitantly sat and put a hand on Katharine's shoulder. The door was locked anyway, and the goons would definitely shoot her if she made a break for it. Maybe she could convince Katharine to let her go. "There, there..." Patricia was not the best at comforting. She patted Katharine's shoulder awkwardly. "I-I get it. Some of my older coworkers do that to me all the time. Insult me, that is. You wouldn't believe some of the things they've said," Patricia chuckled humorlessly. "You just... you have to remember... you're your own person. N-not defined by someone else. He just hates you because he's bitter. Or, well, I don't know. Th-that's just how it is for me."

@Hitman


Jamie could only watch, horrified, as the life faded from Ranucci's eyes. Her blue eyes widened in shock. Why was he... what? Had her hit done this? The thought must've disturbed her significantly because she went mute, just staring down at the body. She had never killed somebody before- not even a villain like this guy had been. It was a terrible feeling- like a big rock in her gut, weighing her down and rooting her in place. Of course, if Jamie had taken even a moment to think about it (which she rarely did), she would've found that she couldn't possibly have been the direct cause of his death. After all, she had deliberately hit the parts of him that wouldn't kill him if smashed. A broken wrist and hip, while painful, wouldn't've caused a death like that. But Jamie was too busy thinking about how she had just committed her first murder to think about that.

Jamie half-heartedly stood, putting her hands by her side again, and cast her gaze to the sky when Blake pointed up at something. An airplane? Airplanes were fun, she guessed! Even if she was permanently banned from three major commercial airlines. But... why was the plane falling? This realization quickly replaced her concern about murder. "Holy crap, you guys, the plane's CRASHING-"

She was interrupted by a silver-black, vaguely person-looking thing crashing headfirst into the house. Debris and smog went everywhere. Jamie popped her goggles on and put her face in her elbow like she was about to cough. She did, in fact, cough, but tried her best not to breathe in the smog. Once it cleared, she would move towards the house to check on the person who crashed. I hope they're okay! That was a weird-looking plane, though... But her concern abated as she found that this crashed guy was not a guy at all- he was some kind of robot? She stepped back, cocking her head. She had to wipe the dust from her goggles to see fully, but... he looked odd. An unsettled feeling joined the guilty one at the bottom of her stomach.

Jamie's eyes narrowed at the man (Paradox's?) demand for surrender. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! "Surrender my ASS!" she screamed, just before Blake shot a huge pillar of fire directly at him. She had had her hands raised and a blast prepared but instead shot Blake a big thumbs up. She grinned. That had been easier than she had thought-

Or maybe not. Things happened almost too quickly for her to comprehend. Paradox literally rose from the ashes with a weird green forcefield around him. She simply blinked at this. Maybe he'd take a bit more firepower to take down than she had originally thought? But then both Blake and Rumi were shot down. She turned to Blake, panicked, before realizing that he had simply been netted. Not properly shot, thank God. She turned her gaze to Paradox, eyes now deadly-looking.

Nobody fucked with her friends.

Ignoring his choice of words, Jamie started to use her power at full-throttle. The ground began to tremble violently, sending white-picket fences around them falling. "GO TO HELL!" She raised up her hands and simultaneously aimed two intense blasts of vibrational force at Paradox. Her face was twisted up into a snarl. Playtime was over, it seemed.

@Hitman@Scarifar






"We can be, like, cross-organization friends? I dunno. Or, even better, you can join us! I'd love to have you. You can be, like, my top lieutenant. Some of the older villains have, like, mini-squads that work for them! I mean, I don't have to be your boss, y'know. We can be partners! Your power is really cool, by the way. I haven't heard firsthand, but I've heard you have a really pretty voice."

Patricia's face twisted up into a scowl at this. She had always despised being called a villain- especially by actual villains. But, of course, she immediately smoothed her face back into something that only slightly resembled angry. She had to keep this girl happy. For the mission. "I-I'm not a villain. I'm a hero. I like my job. B-but thanks. For the compliment, I guess."

When Katharina started her ramble about what Patricia actually cared about- the information- she listened, nodding along. "Ooh! I can tell you, but no telling your other hero friends, OK? So, basically, after Vinnie does his terrible stuff, the heroes get sent to ZERO HQ. I'm not a fan of the torture, personally. It's really cruel. I mean, they are heroes, so they do absolutely deserve it, but I try to keep a moral high ground. You're not bad though, Patricia! You're basically one of us. You should be, anyway," Katharine rambled on, oblivious to the disgust building on Patricia's face. She almost interrupted Katharine to say that she was, in fact, not one of them, and would never be, but closed her mouth when Katharine started talking again. This girl was either really lonely or a blabbermouth. Probably the former.

"Afterwards, we bring the heroes to the Ultra Death Machine. Well, it's not called that, of course, but that's what it looks like. Using the machine, we give the heroes a 'quick, merciful death.' At least, that's what Daddy told me."Katharine paused for a moment at this. Meanwhile, Patricia looked absolutely horrified. Her hands flew to her mouth and her hazel eyes went wide as saucers yet again. Ultra Death Machine? She had to be messing with her. But this girl didn't seem like the type to be messing with her. She sounded so nice, but she talked of killing casually as if it was artful. A mercy. Patricia was immediately reminded of her father. But she swept away the thought. This girl's father was the monster.

"Though I always found it strange that they scream when going into the machine, if it's so painless and merciful. But anyway, it's a really cool machine. It's, like, really big, and it looks like one of those CAT scan machines! So anyway, what the machine does is-" Katharine's disturbing speech was interrupted by a Whitney Houston song blasting from her phone (good taste). Patricia felt vaguely frustrated at this interruption. The girl-villain had just been about to get to the important part. The part that she needed to bring back to Director Powers, to get Division X on them and stop this entire insane thing.

Patricia mostly zoned out during the whole phone conversation, staring at the wall in horror. It didn't sound like 'Zero', whoever they were, was going to use this 'Ultra Death Machine'' on her- Katharine had reiterated several times that she wasn't going to kill her. But Brie, and Will, and Angie... Patricia couldn't just let them die. She had to get out of here somehow. Maybe the door-

Her inner planning was interrupted by Katharine's sobbing. "I hate him...I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him..." she repeated over and over again, sinking into a little ball, head between her knees, beginning to sob. "Why does h-he always choose me?" she asked. "J-just because of who my father is he does this. Nobody else! He only ridicules m-me! We're s-supposed to be on the same side b-but he just...h-hates me! I don't know wh-why!" She continued to sob heavily.

A thread of empathy pulled at Patricia's heart. She found that she could relate, in whatever insane capacity. Maybe this 'Paradox' guy was like her Seraph? She could definitely understand being targeted because of lineage and for no other reason. Patricia found herself drifting to the bed. She hesitantly sat and put a hand on Katharine's shoulder. The door was locked anyway, and the goons would definitely shoot her if she made a break for it. Maybe she could convince Katharine to let her go. "There, there..." Patricia was not the best at comforting. She patted Katharine's shoulder awkwardly. "I-I get it. Some of my older coworkers do that to me all the time. Insult me, that is. You wouldn't believe some of the things they've said," Patricia chuckled humorlessly. "You just... you have to remember... you're your own person. N-not defined by someone else. He just hates you because he's bitter. Or, well, I don't know. Th-that's just how it is for me."

@Hitman
I would be interested in joining this rp, i had an idea for a voodoo priestess/gangsters character. Would you be okay with her being alot older then the others? If not that is fine i can make her mid to late 20's if anything.


None of that would work for this roleplay. So, no. If you want to make a character, I would heavily recommend taking a look at the characters already in the character tab. This roleplay is primarily about teenagers finding themselves amid witchery and supernatural threats. Not people 'mid to late 20s'. I put 15-22 in the character sheet for a reason. And I'd far prefer it if characters are between 16-19.
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As Katharine moved towards her, Patricia put her hand down and wrapped her arms around herself instead. She stared at the black-haired girl as she spoke, eyes wide. When Katharine's hand touched her shoulder, she flinched but didn't move away. Despite her terror, she managed to listen to the girl's speech attentively. Friends? Patricia had never heard anything so absurd in her life. It was so absurd that she chuckled a little but quickly stopped herself. Her fear receded. This girl seemed genuine. Even if she was clearly deluded. She took the water bottle gratefully, hands still shaking a little, and took a long drink. "Thanks," she said.

Patricia put down the water bottle after half of it was gone, hesitating to speak. "I-I- that's not how friendship works." Her voice trembled. "I-I mean. I'm a hero, and you're a villain. You know that, right? Even if we met when we were- what, 5? Once? Maybe then, we were friends, but now... you said your father was a friend of mine, my father is a convicted serial killer, that's really not the best family connection." Patricia said all this gently, not in her usual blunt tone. Normally, she would've been much meaner, but she had enough presence of mind to understand that cussing out the villain that had just saved her from torture would not be a good plan. If she wanted to get out of this with her teeth intact... well, she had better play her cards right.

"B-but, you know, friendship does usually start with talking..." Patricia shrugged and took another shaky sip of the water. Her heart pumped fast in her chest. "S-so... um. After this. What are you guys going to do with us- with the heroes? Why? Where are you sending us?" she asked, voice going high at the end.

@Hitman
Do you like vaguely cult-ish authoritarian organizations? Monsters? Magic? Teenagers just dicking around? A startling amount of gays? Well, come join this roleplay! We have all of those and morE!

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After pulling up and parallel parking on the side of the street, Jamie turned off her car and opened the door, stepping out. The car door slammed behind her. In her opinion, the drive had gone great. Google Maps had said it would take fifteen minutes to get here, but they had made it in only ten! She internally patted herself on the back for good driving. Glancing at the gasping Blake out of the corner of her eye, Jamie smiled. "With hard work, of course! It totally paid off, even if I don't drive exactly like they showed me." She patted him on the head and followed him up to the house, nodding along. "Maybe they're just cleaners, after all!"

That kind assumption was quickly dissuaded by a mobster jumping out of the bushes and aiming a gun at them. Jamie's heart skipped a beat as she threw her hands into the air. Her brilliant blue eyes widened, staring down the barrel of the gun. This guy was pointing a gun at them- something that Jamie did not appreciate. While having a strong power, she was definitely not bulletproof. And guns are things that kill people. He was trying to kill them! That obviously made him a villain- right? Right? And she could hurt villains. And she could totally do so without moving, and, as such, not getting shot!

Jamie subtly angled both of her hands at Ranucci- one at the hand holding the gun and the other at his leg. Glancing at her friends, she started to speak. "Woh, woh! Let's not get too hasty here, sir... I'm sure we could work something out!" She flashed him a smile before blasting the shit out of his gun hand and his hip.

The pistol went flying out of his hand and into the lawn. The mobster's wrist was snapped, his hand now in a position it definitely was not supposed to be. Likewise, there was an audible crunching of bone from the hip hit. Jamie grinned and walked over to the now disabled mobster, beckoning over her colleagues.

"Um. Do you guys have any questions for him or anything...?" She gestured to Ranucci. She certainly didn't know what to ask.

@Hitman@Scarifar






Patricia cried out in pain as her face was slammed into the table and her arm was wrenched behind her back. Motherfucker! That had not gone as well as she thought it might. She saw the needle coming for her neck and tried to squirm away unsuccessfully, only managing to tense up and make it hurt even more. This time, she yelled, trying (and failing) to kick out at the goon holding her down. As soon as the isolene entered her bloodstream, she started to feel nauseous. She turned green, swaying on her feet. This was accompanied by the furious, fearful beating of her heart, and the terrified tears welling in her eyes. She listened to Vinnie's speech mutely, crushed into the table. No teeth? Pliers? Tom and Grace had to come to save them because there was no way that that was gonna happen. Or else... or else... she'd never be able to kiss again! Or at all. And singing required her teeth.

She had just been about to shout out something very offensive at Vinnie before Katharine intervened. Patricia stared at her, bewildered. Who the hell did this girl think she was? She was definitely not with her, and the girl had actually seemed quite discerning. Patricia also backed up instinctively with the goon when he let her go, but had to put her hand back on the table to balance herself. Her eyes widened in fear, and her hands shook. What was going on? This wasn't how Brie and Will had been treated, and they obviously knew she was a hero by now. The idea of torture terrified her, but so did this girl.

Patricia tried desperately to pull her arm away from the other girl but found that she had a vice grip on her arm. She wasn't getting away any time soon. Before being dragged out of the room, she cast Angelica one last panicked look. Luckily, the older woman seemed to be getting on pretty well with the mob boss. After this, she would get the information she needed and bring back-up. These 'Zero' people would hopefully be taken seriously enough to warrant a full-out assault on the Gugliano manor- and she would be saved. She tried to keep these hopeful thoughts in her mind as she was unwillingly dragged through the manor and into Katharine's bedroom, keeping those tears from spilling from her eyes.

She entered Katharine's room and immediately braced herself for something bad. Torture. Sickness. Anything except what actually happened- a fucking hug. Patricia's mouth hung open in shock. At this, the tears spilled over. As Katharine let her go, Patricia backed up to the wall of the room, now crying. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she held out a hand in front of her to keep Katharine away. She did have to put her other hand on the headboard to keep herself from falling over, though- isolene combined with heels was not going well for her.

"I-I- don't- who are you?!" she whisper-shouted. The mention of her father made her blood run cold, and only made her more afraid. If this girl's father had been friends with her dad... that could only be bad. "What- what are you talking about? I don't know you, why did you do that- st-stay back!" Patricia shook like a leaf, crying with fear. "You- you're not going to k-kill me, are you? Oh God, please d-don't... why did you take me here? Instead of with the others? What are you going to do to me? I- I- oh God." Patricia looked she was about to faint, her face gone white from fear.

@Hitman@Amethyst


Here come dat bitch oh shit what up


I love Iris and I love that face claim! However, I have a couple issues with your character sheet.

1. Magic cannot create life from nothing. Creating life would require another life in exchange. She would basically have to murder some rats to achieve this. If you want to continue using 'golemism' as is, they wouldn't be alive, or sentient. They're objects that are essentially programmed to achieve certain tasks.
2. I'm very, very confused on your biography. It needs a lot more elaboration, and it needs to be cleared up quite a bit.

Fix these and you'll be good to go.



Charlie Weasley incoming lol. I like him a lot. Go ahead and pop him over.



I like your idea, but I have a couple issues.

1. The presentation of your sheet is not great. I would strongly prefer if you could give her a dialogue color, or at least pretty up the sheet.. I also would like it if you'd put your face claim in an image at the top of your sheet, not in a bing link in a hider within it.
2. I need some things specified in her biography. Namely, which of her parents was a witch? If neither was, was a grandparent a witch? Humans can't become witches spontaneously- it requires a strong blood connection.

Once you fix these issues, she should be good to go!
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