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Animorphs: The Reckoning

Woo, let's do it!

Miraculous America

Blushing slightly despite the tense situation Tonya looked away, trying to hide her reddening cheeks from the second eagle-like hero that swooped down to join Fruitta. “Thank you both.” She managed as the two masked crusaders turned to engage Mr. Johnsen. The battle opened fast, with Fruitta launching a bold attack against the empowered professor, but Tonya could tell she was in trouble and might be struck by the whip soon if help wasn’t administered. All Tonya had to do was follow the boy hero’s orders and run, try on her super suit, and rush to help them. Easier thought then done though.

As hero and villain clashed Mr. Johnsen released a shouted command, and the glassy-eyed students stopped their advance towards Tonya, changing direction and encroaching on Fruitta’s and the eagle-dressed-boy’s position. Seeing her chance Tonya dashed in-between them, darting this way and that to avoid bumping one, they ignored her for now focused entirely on their new, and more powerful objectives.

Not for long. Tonya thought, taking cover behind a massive potted plant. Checking to make sure no one could see her Tonya pulled her new Miraculous charm out from under her shirt studying the tiny red gemstone embedded into the snake.

“How do I make it work again?” She asked, breathless with excitement, adrenaline pumped through her veins and Tonya felt she could run a hundred miles and climb any mountain or swim any ocean.

“Speak the words ‘scales align’ and see for yourself the power you possess.” Ossar hissed from Tonya’s shirt. He slithered forth, floating in the air like some large wisp of floating hair, his multicolored body writhing rhythmically as he encouraged his master. “The masked ones are your allies, fear not, they shall aid you in time of need, but now they need you Serpentine. Only fear can defeat you when joined by your friends.”

“Right, right.” Tonya said clenching and unclenching her fists. “Don’t be afraid. Trust Fruitta and, and. Him. Okay, alright, I can do this. Scales Align!”

It all happened in a flash. Osaar vanished into the necklace and the red and blue suit materialized like magic, covering Tonya’s body with a protective and empowering armor. Two metal fans wooshed into being secured to her belt, lastly came the mask and hood which concealed her true identity.

“Serpentine.” Tonya said in a hushed voice, looking in awe at her gloved hands, skirt, and boots. The adrenaline she felt seemed doubled, and Tonya felt now as if she was unstoppable. Stepping out from behind the giant potted plant she placed her hands on her hips and took ahold of the two battle fans which almost seemed made for her hands. Holding the weapons high Serpentine surged forward, leaping clear over the crowd of glassy-eyed students and landing within the small circle in the middle next to Fruitta and the eagle-dressed boy.

“I’m here,” she announced boldly, pushing away one of the zombiefied teenagers before he grabbed Fruitta. It took a moment, but Serpentine remembered that the two heroes probably had no idea who she was. “I’m Serpentine,” she explained almost as an afterthought. “Um, nice to meet you?”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Mason

Name: Mason

Gender: Male

Human: Certainly

Personality: Typically quiet and reserved Mason is a very serious, and yet somewhat violent person. Due to a troubled childhood, with his father in jail and his mother unable to care for him, Mason has spent most of teen years in the care by a decent foster family. He is slightly self-conscious about the lack of real parents in his life, and more importantly why they aren’t there. As such Mason’s grown tough over the years, originally having to endure a level of bullying in middle school over his home situation until he proved himself capable of giving those who mouthed off to much a good licking out behind the school building. Mason isn’t the smartest person in his class, far from it in fact, but he scores a few acceptable C’s, and does his work in time so as to avoid any pestering from his foster parents.

Although most of the time he’s uptight and doesn’t joke around, Mason does tend to lighten up every now and then to have a little fun. Most often this is when he’s playing catcher on the baseball team, hanging loose with friends, working at his job at the local pet store, or just playing video games. Mason isn’t one for delayed gratification either, so he has a tendency to be a little unorganized and apt to be doing important things at the last minute. Probably Mason’s greatest flaw is his short temper, which when frayed leads to him solving problems with shouted words, or his fists. His no nonsense attitude and sarcastic retorts has landed him in trouble multiple times, and most adults blame it on his rough childhood and implore Mason to try to calm down and think before he talks back to authority.

Physical Description: Standing at a moderate 5’11” Mason is a sandy haired older adolescent who looks to be in senior or junior year at high school. He weighs in at a healthy 165lbs and carries himself with a casual straight-backed confidence. Mason tends to wear jeans and a solid colored t-shirt, usually brown, grey, or black, with sneakers, and often times he dons a worn out old baseball hat. Usually Mason has a fairly serious look to him, though he can appear more relaxed and smile a bit on occasion.

Favorite Morph: N/A

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Animorphs: The Reckoning

I actually had this done yesterday, but forgot to post it. Anyway here he is.

Mason

Name: Mason

Gender: Male

Human: Certainly

Personality: Typically quiet and reserved Mason is a very serious, and yet somewhat violent person. Due to a troubled childhood, with his father in jail and his mother unable to care for him, Mason has spent most of teen years in the care by a decent foster family. He is slightly self-conscious about the lack of real parents in his life, and more importantly why they aren’t there. As such Mason’s grown tough over the years, originally having to endure a level of bullying in middle school over his home situation until he proved himself capable of giving those who mouthed off to much a good licking out behind the school building. Mason isn’t the smartest person in his class, far from it in fact, but he scores a few acceptable C’s, and does his work in time so as to avoid any pestering from his foster parents.

Although most of the time he’s uptight and doesn’t joke around, Mason does tend to lighten up every now and then to have a little fun. Most often this is when he’s playing catcher on the baseball team, hanging loose with friends, working at his job at the local pet store, or just playing video games. Mason isn’t one for delayed gratification either, so he has a tendency to be a little unorganized and apt to be doing important things at the last minute. Probably Mason’s greatest flaw is his short temper, which when frayed leads to him solving problems with shouted words, or his fists. His no nonsense attitude and sarcastic retorts has landed him in trouble multiple times, and most adults blame it on his rough childhood and implore Mason to try to calm down and think before he talks back to authority.

Physical Description: Standing at a moderate 5’11” Mason is a sandy haired older adolescent who looks to be in senior or junior year at high school. He weighs in at a healthy 165lbs and carries himself with a casual straight-backed confidence. Mason tends to wear jeans and a solid colored t-shirt, usually brown, grey, or black, with sneakers, and often times he dons a worn out old baseball hat. Usually Mason has a fairly serious look to him, though he can appear more relaxed and smile a bit on occasion.

Favorite Morph: N/A

Morph List

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ESCAPE FROM THE NORWOOD MANSION

I’m intrigued. Will it be a clue finding and puzzle solving style escape?

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance monsieur Volker. Indeed Il was a blessing of zee lady to find zee Guild of Esteemed Sellswords, or at least zer flyer, weeh pointed moi in zis direction.” Here Frans Vou flattened out the slip of parchment upon which the Guild’s name, and the location of the Limping Nag tavern were emblazoned in bold colors. Folding his hands Frans Vou leaned ever so slightly to the left in order to look past Volker’s bulk and gaze upon the man working the bar, the apparent Ludolf Bohn who’d been so kindly indicated. Frans Vou couldn’t help but frown at this realization, casting a worried glimpse deep into Volker’s brown eyes trying to catch some hint of deceit. Surely a great warrior, an honored leader of a proper mercenary guild wouldn’t lower himself to the work of commoners, cleaning dwarf spit from tumblers. Frans Vou expected Ludolf Bohn to be a rough man, but certainly not a humbly working one. Still the young knight detected no sign of malicious intent in the aging warrior’s gaze, seeing only honest intention and curiosity on Volker’s face.

Biting his lower lip Frans Vou gave a quick shake of his head, clearing away his thoughts of mistrust. “No, ah I am not looking for work, in so much as seeking glory and adventure and more importantly a way to find it. I ‘ave no need for gold, zough I would not refuse it, haha. I am wei zey call a knight Errant of Bretonnia. My quest led moi ‘ere, not zee typical rout of an Errant knight, but I was not traditional in my leaving home neizer.”

At that moment a small commotion was occurring between the elf and a couple dwarves. Frans Vou cast a baleful look in their direction, a slightly irritated tone in his voice as he addressed Volker. “Are zee old folk always like zat? Zey are not so common in zee place w’ere from I ‘ail from. Nay, I cannot say I ‘ave seen zem interact before.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

@SM64Dude When I was thinking up a character for this RP it struck me that the original animorphs all knew each other fairly well, Rachel and Jake were even related, so I was thinking for the sake of continuity our characters should all know each other, at least on a casual basis to explain why they were all at the same place whenever thesuperimportantandalitewhosenameIforget and Visser Three show up and they get the power to morph.

Anyway it might be a good idea to work out in the OOC the different relationships all the characters have with each other. Just my two cents.

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Present @SM64Dude, I'll be working on a sheet here today or soonish.

Miraculous America

We might have to eventually if @Burido doesn't post, but in the meantime we can just battle the zombiefied kids for a little while.

Animorphs RP

You seemed to have filled out your quota for players, but I am interested in joining, so if there's space I'll be throwing my hat into the ring.