Apologies for my absence! Begining work on a post now!
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Read through the most recent posts a second ago again and I must say I found this quite funny considering who i'll be posting as!
I remember an Amazing Spider-Man comic where the Vulture went out west and no one opposed him. Then his ego forced him to return to NY and get his butt handed to him by Spider-Man.
Skills: -Magic +2: Self-explanatory -Cursed with Awesome (custom): When attacked, her opponent suffers a "hit" and "damage" penalty because her "eyes are up here".
Plot subjective: Yes.
Personality: When someone first meets Abra, that person would describe her in one of two ways. One person might describe her as peppy and carefree, trying to look at the bright side of life. Another, on the other hand, would say that she is very studious and has a thirst for knowledge. While these two personalities might seem to class (“Don’t waste a single hour of the day” vs. “I want to read this thousand page book!”), both of them, to a certain extent, are only fronts that Abra uses to hind the pain that she has experienced in her life. Otherwise, she probably would break down crying.
Abra was extremely close to Helike (the kind old witch who raised her). If she happens to lose any memorabilia of her foster mother, Abra might become rash in her attempt to retrieve said item. Her witch’s hat possesses a priceless value for Abra, as it was Helice’s last gift to her before Abra’s foster mother died. Trying to stop her usually would be fruitless, unless one could either physically or magically can restrain her from putting herself into harm’s way. And if she could not retrieve it, well, Abra probably would not be in such a chipper mood.
Once someone has earned her trust, Abra will be loyal until the end. However, once must first earn this near-unbreakable trust. However, until that level of trust has been reached, Abra keeps at least one eye open, looking out for anyone who wishes to take advantage of her, either for her intelligence or anything else.
Biography: 23 Years ago, an infant was exposed in the forest (Greek Mythology style). Nevertheless, some of the forest animals took pity on the child and placed her on the doorstep (Santa Claus is Coming to Town style) of a kind old witch named Helike. The kind old witch took in the child and raised the child on her own (using her magic to compensate for her growing age).
Once Abra was old enough, Helike began to teach her some basic, almost harmless magic, like making objects levitate and such. What was surprising to the kind of witch was not that Abra caught on, but at the pace at which she learned. When Abra had exhausted all the spells and incantations that the kind old witch was comfortable with teaching the young lass, Helike had to resort to throwing theoretical books on more advanced topics to hold her over until Abra was old enough to do some more advanced magic. And from time to time (more often than not as she was running out of things to give her young apprentice), Helike would take Abra down to the nearby village so that the young girl could interact with real people lest Abra grow up without any social skills whatsoever.
Once Abra had turned 16, Helike finally decided that it was about time to allow her young pupil attempt some more potent magic (of course under the kind old witch’s supervision). Nowadays (I mean modern day Earth), 16 year olds would get excited about getting their driving permit and being able to drive. This would had been the same amount of excitement that Abra felt when she finally was allowed to advance in her magical training. For her whole birthday, the young girl practiced and learned the new material. By the end of the day, she had entirely wore-out Helike, who immediately retired to her sleeping quarters.
However, Abra was too excited to go to sleep yet. Therefore, after the kind old witch had went to bed, Abra snuck down stairs and picked out one of the spell books that had been previously off-limits until that day. Once she reentered her room without making a sound, she peeled open the book and began to look for a spell to try. However, as she looked through the book, none of the spells in it looked familiar, or at least her foster parent did not show any of them to her.
After taking some time sorting through some bizarre hexes and spells, Abra finally found one that looked somewhat normal. She placed an apple on a plate and tried to make it grown. However, after the first and second tries, nothing happened. She then looked back at the tome and looked over the spell again, double checking to make sure she was not doing anything wrong. When she made a third attempt, something did finally happen. For a brief second, a bright, white light enveloped the young girl’s room. For the next few minutes, she just sat there, listening to see if her light night activities had stirred awake the kind old witch. But fortunately, all the work that they had achieved the past day had worn the old woman out so much that even that flash of light could not wake her up.
When Abra noticed that the apple had not been affected whatsoever, she quickly (yet quietly) closed the book and returned it to Helike’s library and returned to bed. The next morning, when she woke up, Abra felt weird. There were not any physical changes, but something just felt off. When she went out for breakfast, Helike was already busy at work making a hearty meal, knowing fully that they both would need all the energy they could get in order to get though another day of teaching and learning. But at the first mention of magic, Abra burst into tears, admitting everything that happened last night. Helike consoled her, telling the young girl that there was no such thing a complete failures, but accidents that allow for personal growth.
As the years slipped by, Abra found herself taking care of the old witch more and more as her condition slowly slipped away. For six years, the young apprentice had to go to town to get supplies for the one person who had spent the last several years raising her. The trips began to become more common as the years piled up.
Or they did until recently. One night, Helike was bedridden and Abra fell asleep keeping watch over her sick foster mother. Before she passed away, Helike, using the last bit of strength she had, repaired her own witch’s hat, as if it were brand new, placed the hat upon her young apprentice’s slumbering head. With this final gift, Helike took her final breath. Once Abra finally woke up the next morning, her heart was drowned with pain and sorrow when she saw her foster mother lying peacefully in her own bed. What broke her heart even more was that Helikes’ final gift. Finding the hat on her head, Abra knew that Helike was thinking about her when she passed away.
Name: Marius
Appearance: As the Class section briefly mentioned, Marius falls under the ‘Red-Cavalier’ archetype and therefore dons a suit of red armor (I personally prefer the FE7 armor, but if I need to use the Awakening armor, so be it). His physical build is similar to Sain and Kent (from FE7), although his hair and eyes do not match his armor, like the previously mentioned cavalier-pair. Instead, they are dark brown and blue, respectfully. Furthermore, unlike the previously mentioned cavaliers, Marius has trimmed facial hair, which has a slight reddish tint.
Skills: -Discipline: Earns twice the weapon experience as usual. -Regi Patriaeque (custom): If supporting an ally, ally suffers less damage and has more evasion.
Plot subjective: Yes.
Personality: Marius is a serious and dedicated knight of Ylisse. While he does possess a softer side of his personality, he usually masks it with his seriousness and dedication, which sometimes makes himself seem cold to others, even though he has the best attentions in mind. In war, one’s mind must be focused on the task at hand and Marius follows that philosophy to the dot of an ‘i’.
Marius is also a pious follower of Naga. It sickens this knight of Ylisse to fight against fellow worshipers of Naga, but he also cannot stand by and watch the will of Naga be bent to the whim of mortal leaders. With more and more blood of the followers being shed, Marius must console himself that such violence shall prevent an even greater evil.
Beyond this, Marius is a loyal friend and ally, even if his serious and focused nature might make it seem otherwise.
Biography: Marius was from a long line of lesser commanders of Ylisse and he chose to follow in his ancestors footsteps. Once, when Marius was still young, the knights of Ylisse had in their stables a great horse that would not allow any mortal man to mount it. However, one day, the men found Marius with that great horse and they were surprised at how calm the horse was. They were even more surprised when it allowed Marius to climb onto its back. From that day on, Marius called the horse Bucephalus.
In the present day, Marius, along with his steed, Bucephalus, served in the knights of Ylisse. With the aid of Bucephalus, Marius proved to have great potential for advancing through the ranks of the knights of Ylisse. Once the news broke out about the crusades declared by the Church of Naga, Marius held disdain in his heart against this decision. How could humanity know the whims of the gods? But due to his nature, he hid his disdain under his dedication to the state, standing by one phrase: regi patriaeque.
I haven't been able to gather any inspiration to post in this game, so I'll just going to drop out and you can toss up The Punisher to whoever wants him.
That's sad to here. You're always welcomed back. :)
When this first started out, I had responsibilities for school that prevented me from being involved with this. However, since it is now summer, I'm thinking about joining in. I was in the previous version of this RP, so @Apollosarcher should have an idea about my characters. And from reading back in the OOC, it seems like you guys need magic and lances, which Abra and Marius can fill. :)
Probably the smartest of all supervillains are the ones who stay as far away from New York City. Logically speaking, why would anyone want to break the law in a city which has the highest vigilante to bank/ATM ratio in the country, if not the entire world. As soon as you have committed a crime, there surely would be some sort of caped crusader darting in your direction in order to dish out justice for your crimes.
The Scorpion thought he was one of the smart ones when he relocated away from New York City to Boston. Since he had already been embarrassed by a defeat handed to him by Spider-Man during his stay in New York, the Scorpion thought that this new scenery would be good for restoring his reputation, if he even had one to begin with. New turf comes with the necessity for learning the lay of the land. Proper preparation is needed in any city, even ones that have a deficiency of superhumans. It took Gargan almost a month to familiarize himself with his new environment. And now, he was ready to strike.
Donning a khaki trench coat over his green body suit that had a mechanical scorpion tail attached to it, Mac Gargan casually strolled into one of the local Boston banks. After he had made his way over towards the vault, the Scorpion then whipped off the trench coat that he was wearing and tossed it aside. Aiming his mechanical tail at the heavy-duty doors, the Scorpion began spraying it with a yellow-green acid. Once this acid substance made contact with the door, it began eating away at the metal obstacle that stood between him and the cold, hard cash.
When the vault door had been weakened enough by the Scorpion’s acid, the green-clad villain ripped off the door from its hinges and dropped it to the side. After he had pulled out a few bags, the Scorpion shoved as much cash as he could carry within those sacks. If the Scorpion had been in New York, any one of the various heroes who vowed to defend her streets would have already descended upon the Scorpion. However, he was no longer in New York and it felt like a pleasant surprise that the Scorpion was about ready to just waltz out of the bank without any superhuman (or vigilante) interference. Although the police would try to stop him, they would do so in vain.
While the Scorpion was making his escape, a red and black garbed heroine appeared at the exit, hovering in the air as she blocked his path.
“My name is Ms. Marvel and I order you to drop those bags and turn yourself into the authorities.”
The Scorpion just stood there with his mouth agape. He was so close, so close to making his big score. Of all the supervillains, why did it have to happen to him. Nevertheless, the Scorpion, despite his loses to Spider-Man, felt confident on his ability to get out of this situation.
“I’ve already been embarrassed by some Spider-Freak,” Mac Gargan barked at Ms. Marvel. “I’m not going allow some blonde bimbo make a monkey out of me!”
He then immediately aimed his tail at the flying superheroine and shot a spray of his acid at her. Since Ms. Marvel had never encountered, let alone fought, the Scorpion before, she had to react on her toes. As the liquid acid flew towards her, Ms. Marvel generated a yellow aura that surrounded her entire body. In addition, she threw up her arm to shield herself from the acid, just in case her aura did not stop it. While her protective aura did defend her from most of the acid, a little bit of it got threw, hitting both her glove and part of her torso that had not been shielded by her arm.
“My turn,” Ms. Marvel retorted with a smile. The blonde heroine darted down from where she had been hovering and slammed her fist into the Scorpion’s stomach, sending him flying into the air. However, before the villain could collide with anything, Ms. Marvel flew over to him and caught him. She then threw a second fist, whose glove had now been almost eaten away by the Scorpion’s acid, although her Kree-hybrid physiology granted greater immunity to it. As a result of that blow, the Scorpion crashed back down to the ground.
Ms. Marvel’s next target was disarming his tail. She took hold of the mechanical appendage and stomped her foot down on it. The impact of her foot severed the tail in two, making the weapon almost entirely useless. She then held up the Scorpion off the ground with that same now gloveless hand.
“Do you give up now?”
“I give! I give!” The Scorpion had now waved the white flag, showing that he had suffered enough of a beating for a day. “I knew I should have gone to Albuquerque!”
After his surrender, Ms. Marvel flew out the front doors of the bank, along with the Scorpion still in her grasp, and dropped him off with the police. Now that the Scorpion was with the proper authorities, Ms. Marvel then soared up into the air, flying out of sight of all of the bystanders and police officers alike.
Sorry for the double posts but just want to ask, how fast is that human-altering energy dome expanding?
What Vatrou said is pretty much on the money. Since the devices that originally generated the domes have been destroyed, they are not growing very fast.
I can't speak for Ded but I'd guess that if you aren't in the above cities you won't get powers from the event. However there's always other ways to get powers. I'd also assume that we plan on stopping the domes via taking out the big bad before they can expand too far.
These are all assumptions. So.take them with a grain of salt.
Holy shite I forgot about that one!! They haven't because it was never completed either! It ended on an open ender with him traversing the multiverse looking for MJ! And there was that OTHER 90s Spiderman, Spiderman Unlimited, that was way out there. Had him wearing a nanotech suit from Reed Richards, traveling to Counter Earth inhabited by anthropomorphic beast men and had Venom, Carnage and a good Green Goblin... and that was cancelled after one season! too!
Has Spiderman EVER had a concluded series?! I honestly don't think he has!
I guess you could say the 60's and 80's cartoons had a conclusion, but those shows also did not have much progression between episodes.
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