Avatar of Default
  • Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
  • Joined: 6 yrs ago
  • Posts: 198 (0.08 / day)
  • VMs: 1
  • Username history
    1. Default 6 yrs ago

Status

Recent Statuses

3 yrs ago
Current Took a long nap
6 yrs ago
Happy Friday
4 likes
6 yrs ago
Well said.
2 likes
6 yrs ago
Ehh?
1 like
6 yrs ago
Trying to start a Rainbow Six Siege RP, and I have a feeling no one will be interested. :( But check it out if you are!

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

The Puppeteer


Reid pulled on his padded suit as the radio he used to find the police frequencies sounded next to him, continuing to detail the breakout that had occured. "West end, huh? Should be quite the spectacle." He strode through his apartment, grabbing his handgun and burlap mask off the table. Reid opened up his window, gazing at the city rooftops that lay before him. Evil often lies in the most evil of places. He descended his fire escape, a nearby civilian gazing at the well-dressed man. Reid simply strode past him, hailing a taxi. Soon enough, one stopped. An older man greeted him as he entered the cab. "Where'll you be going?" Reid reached out to the man's mind, feeling himself slip into control of his frail body. He looked back at his real body, making sure it was safe. He always found the misted over quality his eyes took when he possessed somebody to be...fascinating. However, Reid forced his attention to the task at hand.

The drive was pleasant enough, but it was lucky he arrived at the time he did. He could feel his grip on the man's mind slipping. Reid left the body, pulling on his mask and holstering his gun. He stepped out the door just as the old man came to. Of course, he wouldn't remember anything about Reid. That was one of the side effects of mind control. Reid assessed the situation. There were already multiple supers of both allegiances battling it out, and even some other grey capes. Reid took his pistol out of the holster and switched the safety off. "Time to have some fun."
Reid Adams


Puppeteer


Age: 21

Gender: Male

Powers:

-Genius Level IQ

-Mind Control





How You Obtained Your Powers: Reid was simply born with his power. As a younger child, Reid only wished to be a hero like so many people around him. However, when a battle between a White cape and a Black Cape became catastrophic, he turned bitter and resentful towards both Black and White capes, utilizing his ability to destroy them from the inside. He works for an advanced weapons development company, and has been taking some of the prototypes he designs to further aid his cause.

Alliance: Grey Capes

Other: His ability is quite tiring when he tries to go mind controlling for too long.
He carries a handgun and an electric baton to aid him in combat.
Reid Adams


Puppeteer


Age: 21

Gender: Male

Powers:

-Genius Level IQ

-Mind Control





How You Obtained Your Powers: Reid was simply born with his power. As a younger child, Reid only wished to be a hero like so many people around him. However, when a battle between a White cape and a Black Cape became catastrophic, he turned bitter and resentful towards both Black and White capes, utilizing his ability to destroy them from the inside.

Alliance: Grey Capes

Other: His ability is quite tiring when he tries to go mind controlling for too long.


Bastien Thomas




Bastien sighed as the sounds of the morning ran throughout the alleys of the Shiganshina district. He gazed at the clock mounted at his wall, tapping his foot impatiently. A half-finished sketch of his room laid on his desk. It was simple, with only a bed, a desk, a chair, and a dresser. He leaned back in his chair, before standing up suddenly and rapping his knuckles on the trapdoor above him. Afterwards, he changed into clean clothes as the sounds of his parents waking and also getting ready echoing above him. Soon, the trapdoor opened. Bastien looked up, his hair still sticking up in various places as he desperately combed it. Finally, he won the struggle, and his hair stayed flattened, albeit a bit wild. His adoptive father glanced down at him as Bastien climbed the ladder. "Are you sure you want to go into town today?" Bastien nodded silently. As he stepped into the main level of his house, the smell of breakfast greeted him. He waited patiently for his mother to set the table and finish preparing the meal, then sat down and wolfed down his food ravenously. Bastien's mother shot him a look, and Bastien gave an apologetic shrug.

After he finished his meal, he donned his coat and left the house, a small pouch of coins in his pocket. Today was one of the few days he got out of the house, and he enjoyed them. The first stop he made was the market, looking to see if anything caught his fancy. He looked around, before a candy store grabbed his attention. He entered, looking around at the various selections. Similar activities occupied his morning, visiting a bakery, a butcher shop, and a farmer until something broke the normal routine. Bastien stopped in the middle of a visit to a bookstore as a cry graced his ears. "The Survey Corps are back!" He weighed over the pros and cons of going to see, before ultimately deciding the books could wait. He followed the crowd heading towards the gates, the excitement slowly growing inside of him.




Kiyoshi shrugged. "My head's fine. Thanks to that healer guy." He yawned. "I gotta say, I am pretty tired." He took a sip of the steaming hot coffee he had by his bowl of rice. He leaned forward. "How are you?" He said in a soft, concerned tone. "I mean, you could've taken a heavy fall when I made you pass out, and that was never my intention." Kiyoshi sat back again, his cool composure maintained. He ran a hand through his hair. "God, I feel like I could pass out right now. Hey, do you know who won the match? It doesn't matter if you don't, but I'd love to know." He said, a twinkle in his eye.

@Silver Carrot
@Sola

Edited it to fix your concerns, let me know if you still find anything wrong with it!


Stan was taken aback at the aggressiveness of Shina. "No! I don't want w-weapons! I might be in danger. Or maybe you? I haven't gone that far in the timelines. Somehow I'm important to what happens to you. Actually, it might be the other way around." His head began throbbing gently. "Someone's after me. I've been in a war of sorts in the Skyline, and somebody wants me dead." His eyes bloodshot, he spoke again. "I just-" Stan suddenly cut himself off, his eyes going misty as he stumbled backwards, hitting the ground. He never felt it. He was dead to the world in seconds, unblinking as something forced him into the future. Stan awoke from his strange slumber as quickly as three minutes.

He stood up quietly, looking at Shina. He smoothed his rumpled suit. "Listen, Ma'am. I may be what you see as a corrupt individual. I can assure you it's the very opposite. My business does what it must to survive. The technology we develop, including the biochemical weapons, have helped eliminate both good and bad people. But what I do with the money eliminates corruption, destroying the seeds before they can start to grow." He tapped the pistol at his belt. "I may be a businessman, but that does not stop my crusade for justice. It may seem frivolous, but I can assure you it is important." He stroked his chin. "I know what you seek. You have lost someone dear to you, and you want to get them back. I have the technological advancements a CEO of a Skyline company can provide, and the IQ to match. I'm sure I can find a solution. Now, would you care to join me?" Stan beckoned to the hovercar.
@Sola
Let me know if I need to change anything on the Character Sheet.
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet