Captain Uni

Heroes Reborn

5 Days Later...

Norman lay in a hospital bed, both sad, scared and angry. It's been five days since those Evo hunters tried to kill him. He was scared that they'd come and kill him while he slept, or during some other shit. He was scared that one of the doctors would find out he was an Evo and turn him into a group of Evo hunters. He was scared he'd be fired because he jumped out of a window and hasn't shown up in five days.

So many things to be scared of.

At night he'd create little dust devils by the door out of fear that someone would come in. If they did, he would have just enough time to throw them against the wall and run. But last night he just stopped. In fact, last night he decided he was done. He got out of bed, and walked around the hospital. Then, he just walked out of the hospital. The doctors and nurses tried to get him back to his room, though he just pushed them aside with a dust devil.

He headed back to his apartment, clad in a hospital gown, and found it in a state of disarray: things were scattered all over the floor, his mattress was up against the wall... They even broke his monitor and smashed his computer. And what of Gordon, his beloved dog? They shot it dead. Norman was only sad about that: his only companion was dead, and now people were trying to kill him. At least they didn't take his weed.

With that, Norman grabbed his baggie of weed and got dressed, then grabbed some money he hid in the wall and left the apartment with nothing but his weed, a few hundred bucks, his lighter and the clothes on his back. First he needed to buy a gun. Then he needed to find as many Evos as he could. Then he needed to slaughter any fucking Evo hunters he finds.

Trauceton High - 10 Year Reunion (join today!)

It was still light out, though the sun was almost setting. Tom had just gotten off work, and walked into the bedroom. Unholstering his pistol and setting it on the dresser, he got out of his uniform and threw on a suit. Before putting on his suit jacket, he put on a holster that was meant to be worn around one's chest, and tucked his handgun neatly inside. "Can never be too prepared," he said.

Upon throwing the suit on, he tucked his badge into his inner suit pocket and walked into the living room. His son Ben was sitting there, playing on his phone. "Ben," Tom said.
"Yeah dad?" Ben replied, not looking away from the phone.
"I'm going out tonight, Marsha'll be coming to babysit you at seven."
"Alright, later dad."
"See ya, son."
With that, Tom walked out the door whistling a little tune. He got into his car, turned on the radio, and drove. The radio played a generic mix of seventies rock, Tom's primary taste in music, and on came a song that Tom loved ever since he saw the movie it served as soundtrack to. Tom truly felt badass as he drove down the street, singing along.

He arrived soon after. "Place got a new paint job." Chuckles Tom as he heads to the entrance. He decided that he was going to wait to head inside, and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Once he was done smoking, he stayed outside to wait for his old friends, see what they looked like and ask what they've been up to. Perhaps they already arrived? Hell if he knew. A sigh escaped Tom's mouth, and he stuck his hands in his pockets. This was gonna be a looooong night.

Legendary

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"Blood," mutters the half-awake Connor, "that can't be good." An empty shower that once had a young elven woman inside, blood presumably from said elven woman, and a struggle. That's just the recipe for disaster. Connor stumbles out the door and grabs his gear, snapping his sheath onto his belt and running downstairs to bring it to his party's attention that Sheil was missing and quite possibly dead... Then he saw the other orc, talking with Kin'Kro.
"The bloody fucking hell is going on here?" Shouts Connor, now wide awake due to the scene in the bathroom. "Sheil is fucking missing or dead and you're discussing what you're gonna do with that godforsaken sword of yours? Fucking disgraceful!"

Trauceton High - 10 Year Reunion (join today!)

Awesome. Time for Tom to go on his deadliest mission yet: the high school reunion!

Spotlight

Bump.

Heroes Reborn

Hell yeah, I'm back in action! Now to post after the five day time skip... If only I could think of something. Ideas would be very appreciated, fellow RPers!

Trauceton High - 10 Year Reunion (join today!)

Sweet. Just wondering, but when do we start?

Trauceton High - 10 Year Reunion (join today!)

Thomas Hutchinson

Name: Thomas Hutchinson
Age: 29
Nicknames: Tommy Gun to friends, and Tom to others.
Former Clique: Nerds
Occupation: Detective at the LAPD. He wishes to quit soon and become a director and screenwriter.
Appearance: A comparison of him at high school age and today.
Bio: Tom grew up in Massachusetts in a very generic and normal fashion. Not that there were some oddities, but it was mostly tame and normal. Both of his parents were still married, he had a sister whom everyone loved, and a decent-sized house that looked like something straight out of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. At age 12, Tom's family moved to Los Angeles after his father was offered a promotion out west.
Being a nerd who had a 4.0 grade average and wore a dress shirt and tie to school, he was constantly bullied and insulted. His primary tormentor was [CHARACTER], whom Tom loathed. He didn't have many friends during high school, in fact he only knew most of the people due to doing their homework for them at one point or the other. However, and despite his social anxiety, Tom was good friends with Lucas Walsh and Darcie Harper. Without them, he probably wouldn't have had any good friends.
When he graduated, he went to the UCLA film school to become a director. There, he met his future wife Anne Hardy, and slowly but surely built up a relationship with her. One night, they had sex and Anne became pregnant, and as such he dropped out of school and got a job as a cop to pay for the baby. The two got married and stayed together for four years until Anne died in a car crash, at which point Tom was left to raise their son Ben.
After a few years of working as a regular old cop, Tom became a detective and has served five years in the field. He recently got a call from Darcie to attend the reunion. So off he went, and the rest is still to be seen.
Personality: Having had horrible social anxiety, Tom was reserved, not really speaking up unless he's around people he's familiar with. If he didn't have social anxiety (or if he was with someone he was familiar with), he probably would've been one of the popluar kids. He's a fun guy to hang out with, telling entertaining jokes and making people smile and be happy, even telling them stories he makes up in his free time.
However, he did have social anxiety; it was so crippling for a while that he couldn't talk to members of the opposite gender and could just barely talk with members of the same gender. Because of this, he had quite a few problems in terms of his social life. Over time, it lessened and lessened to the point where now it's practically non-existent. He also has ADD, but it's not severe.
Additional Information:

• Tom hasn't been in contact with all of his friends since they graduated.
• Surprisingly, Tom still speaks in a Boston accent despite having not been there in years.
• Throughout high school, he helped direct some of the plays at school with the drama teacher (this was actually where he met Darcie).
• Even though it seems his son would be his plus one, Tom left him at home with a babysitter for the night. His plus one remains unused.
• Tom had a crush on Darcie throughout high school, but never said anything.

Avatar: A New Cycle (Reboot)

"Another bullseye," Sanrock says to himself, "I'm on a roll." He had been left with only twenty-one rifle rounds and three derringer rounds. Along with firing the guns, he had used his abilities to throw rocks at the targets as well. They weren't large rocks, though they weren't pebbles or anything around that size. Probably wouldn't be able to crush a person if they couldn't even knock over the sign.

Then again, if he did want to kill someone, that's what the guns were for. Using his earthbending, he lifted several rocks in the air and aimed them at the target. But, upon hearing the voice behind him, the rocks fell to the ground. Sanrock turned to look at the person who was talking, then replied: "Help? What for?"

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

Shit, I forgot about this. I'll get a character up ASAP.