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I'm curious though. Why doesn't Rilla just try again? I mean he does still roleplay. With a bit of help, I'm sure we could pull through and recreate the setting with its own fluff and a unique cast of characters.
Ruron, I really hate auto-hitting. Please respond soon.
"You know son" Andrew Jackson remarked "I've been in so many duels in my life it ain't hard to tell when a guy's gonna make for a quick draw. In fact, I've been shot a few times and still came out alive. Why? Because unlike the man I was dueling, I had the power of Lady Liberty on my side. And as long as she holds that torch, the stars and stripes will wave forever! Also, I'm really good at duels. Kinda surprised. Last guy hid away from me. Had to to destroy a whole building just to get him out. But you're different, and I kinda like that. But judging by the clothes you wear and that smell, you're not American, and I don't make small talk with non-Americans. You hear?" The president concluded his words with a deep breath, before noticing that his opponent was still crawling slowly on the sands, hands on his sword.
Then, just as his opponent approached, the president jumped backwards trying to clear a bit of distance between him and the kitsune. "Whoa there fella! Comin' on a little close!" said Jackson as he did a backflip, recovering midair and landing on his feet. As he jumped, the sun shined on his shoes, revealing the carving of the American flag on the sole of Jackson's loafers. It was only a carving, unfortunately and didn't feature that signature red, white, and blue. Mid jump, a silhouette could be seen floating out from Jackson's body- the silhouette of a bird. He had called upon the help of an eagle, which flew upwards spreading its wings as it soared higher up, showing its back to the sun.
Then, just as his opponent approached, the president jumped backwards trying to clear a bit of distance between him and the kitsune. "Whoa there fella! Comin' on a little close!" said Jackson as he did a backflip, recovering midair and landing on his feet. As he jumped, the sun shined on his shoes, revealing the carving of the American flag on the sole of Jackson's loafers. It was only a carving, unfortunately and didn't feature that signature red, white, and blue. Mid jump, a silhouette could be seen floating out from Jackson's body- the silhouette of a bird. He had called upon the help of an eagle, which flew upwards spreading its wings as it soared higher up, showing its back to the sun.
"Alright you little sand monkey. It's time you said your prayers!" Andrew Jackson proclaimed as he stuck out the tip of his Freedom Brand, only to see that the environment around him changed. "Well shit" he mumbled, taking in his new surroundings. It was a beach- no, a whole desert island with nothing else on it, except for another opponent to take down. Andrew Jackson took in a breath. It was thin- unlike the place he just was, the air was not saturated with freedom. Wherever Jackson was, he was no longer in America. And yet, he felt better. A feeling of confusion ran through him as he felt more invigorated than before despite having a spear lodged into his body and poison spat at him. That was when the president realized that the damage done in the previous battle was reversed, and at his feet was his M16 completely intact and reloaded, strap, muzzle, stock, and all.
But then, the air which was certainly not free allowed the president to smell something different. A not so pleasant smell wafted by. "You still here you little mosquito?" Andrew called out. No response. Abe was gone. "Means I won't have to deal with his ass no more." Andrew thought to himself as he leaned down to pick up his gun. He checked the feed to see all the bullets inside to click it back up into the rifle. The president then double checked the gun to make sure it was all working well.
After triple checking his weapons to make sure they all worked okay, Jackson finally made an effort to look around the island for his opponent. It was then when he noticed a cute little fox boy off in the distance, apparently thinking deeply about something. "Hey" Jackson cried "Are you my opponent? If so, get yer ass over here. I ain't got the patience to wait all day."
But then, the air which was certainly not free allowed the president to smell something different. A not so pleasant smell wafted by. "You still here you little mosquito?" Andrew called out. No response. Abe was gone. "Means I won't have to deal with his ass no more." Andrew thought to himself as he leaned down to pick up his gun. He checked the feed to see all the bullets inside to click it back up into the rifle. The president then double checked the gun to make sure it was all working well.
After triple checking his weapons to make sure they all worked okay, Jackson finally made an effort to look around the island for his opponent. It was then when he noticed a cute little fox boy off in the distance, apparently thinking deeply about something. "Hey" Jackson cried "Are you my opponent? If so, get yer ass over here. I ain't got the patience to wait all day."
I'm surprised we don't have a shapeshifter yet. Last game I was in there were at least two. I'd like to see one of those that only assimilated lizards. I'd refer to his final form as "Go Go Godzilla"
I once had a weird dream where Rilla pretended he was a girl so that he could get girls.
I'm interested. Also, just a bit of forewarning: From my experience, people are known to stop right in the middle of things and sometimes without warning. This would make it incredibly difficult to keep continuity given we recruit new players. If we didn't, however, we may end up with very few people by the time the second game rolls over. This is unless we get super lucky and end up with a dedicated group of players.
I'll edit my profile as needed.
General Bio
Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.
Superpower
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,
History
History: Mark was born in China and raised there until he was two years old. When his family was met with government issues related to his soon to be born little sister, the family had to move out of the country and make a living elsewhere. After gathering up enough money, Mark's family made enough money to move to the United States, He's been living in New York ever since. Mark didn't have any talents. He wasn't even very good at math, despite what most people say. He wasn't incredibly dimwitted, his parents pushing him to get smarter and take harder classes; but there was nothing Mark couldn't do that someone else couldn't do a lot better. It didn't bother him much growing up, or at least not apparently. Mark, at the time of the bus crash was eighteen years old and on his way to finishing High School. He is has honors and has been accepted into two Ivy League schools. In addition, he works at a small musical instruments store at the corner of the street he lives on.
The day before the bus ride: There were three taps and the clicking of a mechanical pencil, then the sound of said pencil scribbling something onto a piece of paper. It was Mark, a high school student, writing down something for his homework. He looked at his book and then back at the paper before erasing something and writing down something different. So was Mark's ordinary life. It was after school, and Mark had a few hours to go before work started. He also had a project due. It was what he was working on, and he intended to finish it regardless of the cost The boy stared at his paper again, focusing intently as if he were trying to figure something out. It was because he was trying to figure something out. The room was dark, blinds closed. It had a desk and a bed. The desk had a computer that was turned off and unplugged- Mark could have no distractions.
A couple of hours later, Mark put down his pencil and grabbed a glass of water before heading out for work. Because of its close proximity, Mark had no trouble walking there. "Hey" Mark said, waving to his boss who stood at the counter. On the way to his position, Mark picked up a fallen book and put it back on its shelf. "How's the family?" asked Mark's boss. "It's going pretty well. My parents work late as usual and my sister stays after school for classes." Mark answered. With a sigh, the boss wandered away to let Mark take over.
I'll edit my profile as needed.
General Bio
Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.
Superpower
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,
Level one abilities: Mark is capable of summoning up large gusts of air capable of pushing enemies about, though lacks the power to actually do anything else with it. Lacking control of the power, he is incapable of controlling a stream of focused air. In addition, Mark lacks knowledge of the voice and cannot use it properly.
Level three abilities: At this level, Mark is better able to handle air, being able to control the power much more easily. He can modify his insides to allow a smoother passage of air as well as increase air intake. Though he cannot modify his rib cage, it has expanded simply due to stress allowing Mark to breath in more air. At this point, he can also control sound to an extent through the modification of his larynx to created noises that normal humans probably could not.
Level five abilities: Wind control to the extent where he can shoot actual blades of wind that can cut through objects. It no longer even looks like he is breathing, but simply using telekinetic abilities with his mouth considering how powerful his wind control is. He can sing in three part harmony by modifying his voice box and create pitches unknown to human ears.
Weakness/drawback: While Mark can expand his diaphragm to unnaturally large proportions, his rib cage does not expand beyond how it normally could. Because of this, he is limited in the amount of air he can take in without hurting himself. Prolonged use of the power can have a detrimental effect on Mark's voice, most noticeable in a slight raspiness experienced moments after long use of the power. Also, though his internal mechanics change, Mark cannot actually change how the outside of his body looks or works through use of the power.
Level three abilities: At this level, Mark is better able to handle air, being able to control the power much more easily. He can modify his insides to allow a smoother passage of air as well as increase air intake. Though he cannot modify his rib cage, it has expanded simply due to stress allowing Mark to breath in more air. At this point, he can also control sound to an extent through the modification of his larynx to created noises that normal humans probably could not.
Level five abilities: Wind control to the extent where he can shoot actual blades of wind that can cut through objects. It no longer even looks like he is breathing, but simply using telekinetic abilities with his mouth considering how powerful his wind control is. He can sing in three part harmony by modifying his voice box and create pitches unknown to human ears.
Weakness/drawback: While Mark can expand his diaphragm to unnaturally large proportions, his rib cage does not expand beyond how it normally could. Because of this, he is limited in the amount of air he can take in without hurting himself. Prolonged use of the power can have a detrimental effect on Mark's voice, most noticeable in a slight raspiness experienced moments after long use of the power. Also, though his internal mechanics change, Mark cannot actually change how the outside of his body looks or works through use of the power.
History
History: Mark was born in China and raised there until he was two years old. When his family was met with government issues related to his soon to be born little sister, the family had to move out of the country and make a living elsewhere. After gathering up enough money, Mark's family made enough money to move to the United States, He's been living in New York ever since. Mark didn't have any talents. He wasn't even very good at math, despite what most people say. He wasn't incredibly dimwitted, his parents pushing him to get smarter and take harder classes; but there was nothing Mark couldn't do that someone else couldn't do a lot better. It didn't bother him much growing up, or at least not apparently. Mark, at the time of the bus crash was eighteen years old and on his way to finishing High School. He is has honors and has been accepted into two Ivy League schools. In addition, he works at a small musical instruments store at the corner of the street he lives on.
The day before the bus ride: There were three taps and the clicking of a mechanical pencil, then the sound of said pencil scribbling something onto a piece of paper. It was Mark, a high school student, writing down something for his homework. He looked at his book and then back at the paper before erasing something and writing down something different. So was Mark's ordinary life. It was after school, and Mark had a few hours to go before work started. He also had a project due. It was what he was working on, and he intended to finish it regardless of the cost The boy stared at his paper again, focusing intently as if he were trying to figure something out. It was because he was trying to figure something out. The room was dark, blinds closed. It had a desk and a bed. The desk had a computer that was turned off and unplugged- Mark could have no distractions.
A couple of hours later, Mark put down his pencil and grabbed a glass of water before heading out for work. Because of its close proximity, Mark had no trouble walking there. "Hey" Mark said, waving to his boss who stood at the counter. On the way to his position, Mark picked up a fallen book and put it back on its shelf. "How's the family?" asked Mark's boss. "It's going pretty well. My parents work late as usual and my sister stays after school for classes." Mark answered. With a sigh, the boss wandered away to let Mark take over.
I'm interested. Also, just a bit of forewarning: From my experience, people are known to stop right in the middle of things and sometimes without warning. This would make it incredibly difficult to keep continuity given we recruit new players. If we didn't, however, we may end up with very few people by the time the second game rolls over. This is unless we get super lucky and end up with a dedicated group of players.
I'll edit my profile as needed.
General Bio
Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.
Superpower
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,
History
History: At least a paragraph
The day before the bus ride: I would like to use this in exchange of having a personality. I would like to see what an average day was like and what type of person they were like before everything unfolded. Think of this as your introductory post.
I'll edit my profile as needed.
General Bio
Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.
Superpower
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,
Level one abilities: Mark is capable of summoning up large gusts of air capable of pushing enemies about, though lacks the power to actually do anything else with it. Lacking control of the power, he is incapable of controlling a stream of focused air. In addition, Mark lacks knowledge of the voice and cannot use it properly.
Level three abilities: At this level, Mark is better able to handle air, being able to control the power much more easily. He can modify his insides to allow a smoother passage of air as well as increase air intake. Though he cannot modify his rib cage, it has expanded simply due to stress allowing Mark to breath in more air. At this point, he can also control sound to an extent through the modification of his larynx to created noises that normal humans probably could not.
Level five abilities: Wind control to the extent where he can shoot actual blades of wind that can cut through objects. It no longer even looks like he is breathing, but simply using telekinetic abilities with his mouth considering how powerful his wind control is. He can sing in three part harmony by modifying his voice box and create pitches unknown to human ears.
Weakness/drawback: While Mark can expand his diaphragm to unnaturally large proportions, his rib cage does not expand beyond how it normally could. Because of this, he is limited in the amount of air he can take in without hurting himself. Prolonged use of the power can have a detrimental effect on Mark's voice, most noticeable in a slight raspiness experienced moments after long use of the power. Also, though his internal mechanics change, Mark cannot actually change how the outside of his body looks or works through use of the power.
Level three abilities: At this level, Mark is better able to handle air, being able to control the power much more easily. He can modify his insides to allow a smoother passage of air as well as increase air intake. Though he cannot modify his rib cage, it has expanded simply due to stress allowing Mark to breath in more air. At this point, he can also control sound to an extent through the modification of his larynx to created noises that normal humans probably could not.
Level five abilities: Wind control to the extent where he can shoot actual blades of wind that can cut through objects. It no longer even looks like he is breathing, but simply using telekinetic abilities with his mouth considering how powerful his wind control is. He can sing in three part harmony by modifying his voice box and create pitches unknown to human ears.
Weakness/drawback: While Mark can expand his diaphragm to unnaturally large proportions, his rib cage does not expand beyond how it normally could. Because of this, he is limited in the amount of air he can take in without hurting himself. Prolonged use of the power can have a detrimental effect on Mark's voice, most noticeable in a slight raspiness experienced moments after long use of the power. Also, though his internal mechanics change, Mark cannot actually change how the outside of his body looks or works through use of the power.
History
History: At least a paragraph
The day before the bus ride: I would like to use this in exchange of having a personality. I would like to see what an average day was like and what type of person they were like before everything unfolded. Think of this as your introductory post.
LeeRoy said
It's become quite evident that with the sudden emergence of Jackson's ability to never feel pain that I'm not going to win, so I won't make another post.
When I wrote that the only emotion he felt was FREE, it was just a joke. Of course he can feel pain. In fact, I wrote that he was hurting my next post. Why do you think he's coughing so much?
Of course, this makes him no less AMERICAN
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