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A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@CommisarJhon Hey! Glad to see that you're interested. The fighting/draft age is probably around eighteen, though it's likely that seventeen year olds won't be turned away or anything like that. With Liberty, I would say that the actual proper names of the role depend on the sector, but it goes

Leader
Councillor
Speaker/Upper Supervisor
Area Supervisor
Agent
Worker
Beginning Worker/Specialized Trainee
Regular Trainee

I may make edit to the roles of Liberty workers and shift things around if I find things don't work in the way I was hoping, or even add some roles (given that I realized it might be a bit lacking when compared to Erubesco), but this is the list that I'll go ahead and add to the main post in a bit. I hope this helps!

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

I added a link to a Discord for those interested!

Seeking Roleplayers for A Truly Gifted World!

On two city walls, many miles apart, two recruitment posters have been put up.

One, the first, is printed on glossy paper, a black chess-piece, that of a king, into the bottom. It it set on a wall of rustic brick, similar in many ways to the defensive town walls of old Europe:

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Do you love your faction?
Do you love your King?
Do you want to be a hero?

Now is the time to join the proud Erubesco Military.
Become a proud Knight, a stoic Acolyte, a studious Alchemist.
Fight for freedom and individuality!

In Liberty, there is no art. No culture. People live only to work and die.
We of Erubesco refuse to debase ourselves thus. We refuse to be held back by the petty notions of small minds.
Trust in Our King and crusade for what is right.
Our decisions may be difficult ones. Sacrifices may have to be made in the name of the cause, but within each Erubescian beats the heart of a hero, and we will never, ever surrender!

Join the Knights, Join the Fight!

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The second is set up on a noticeboard on a clean, grey wall in a well-kept square.
It is in greyscale and formatted for complete clarity:

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Notification of Draft

Notification that all Liberty Citizens of fighting age not assigned to exempt career positions are required to aid in the war effort. All Citizens of our glorious faction must stand together against the degenerate menace of Erubesco. This debauched and decadent monstrosity will soon collapse under the weight of its own greed, and the world will be a place of unity, equality, and uniformity. This is a dream we all share.

Trust in the wisdom of The Council to lead us to victory.

Reminder to all Liberty Citizens: The penalty for draft evasion is immediate detention to re-infer Liberty ideals. All department members must report for their assigned duties.

- Liberty Dept of Defense

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Far outside the walls of both polished, gleaming cities, is little else but ash. A man wanders alongside his companion, a cigarette hanging loosely from his bottom lip. Hand-made. Can’t really get anything too fancy without dabbling in with the factions, and both of them had offed a few Knights and Agents in their time. Out of necessity, and for the hell of it, to be honest.

“Real dry day, ain’t it?”

Brett gave an idle glance towards the other, Noris. He gave the guy far more grief than he deserved about the name, really- what kind of merc was named Noris?- but he didn’t feel like stopping any time soon. If the man was going to get all fussy about it, he had plenty of opportunities to just slit his throat in his sleep. He felt like they had a sort of rough camaraderie going on. Real “blood brothers” type of deal. That didn’t stop Brett from snorting at the man, blowing a swirl of smoke into his face.

“Course it is. When is it not dry out here?”

“I meant with the target. Think they’ve slipped off too far?”

“Naw.” Brett paused, flicking the cigar from his lip onto the ground. His foot stamped out the dying light. “Tracks are still good. ‘Sides, there’s a trading town up north. Probably resting there, if they’ve got much common sense.”

Noris grunted. He did that a lot. Not a real talkative fella. Brett didn’t mind. Left him more time to get his thoughts out. Cracking his knuckles, he lifted his dust mask up over his face and tied it into security. It wouldn’t be too long until the next dust storm, and anyone out in it without proper protection would be shit out of luck.

Made tracking hard as hell, but the actual hunting part a lot more interesting.

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Hello, I’m Echo. Y’all might recognize both me and this plot, as it’s popped up a few times here and there, and the premise is pretty much the usual fare. I enjoy this plot, though, and enjoy playing it for as long as circumstances will let it. I hope that this round will last for some time, however, and to get some new blood while I’m at it.

Gifted is a roleplay taking place in a large, grim open world, with all sorts of things going on everywhere. Do you enjoy bloody, grisly fighting between countries, and squabbles between survivors? We’ve got you there. Do you enjoy superpowers? Superpowers are pretty much mandatory. Scheming and intrigue? Tense allies and tentative friendships? The artistic freedom to write a character who wears a fish mask every hour of every day in the post apocalyptic ashlands, speaking with a falsified French accent? We’ve got all of that.

Consider it akin to the Fallout or Mad Max series on drugs, blended with a few unique, extremist countries at each other’s throats, and some other fun stuff in the mix.

So, to summarize, this is what this RP always hopes to offer:

- A rich open world, rife with possibilities.

- A casual posting rate.

- A bunch of groups, storylines, sub-plots, and events for your characters to squeeze into.

What we at Gifted ask in return:

- Reliability. We aren’t asking anyone to put their real life on hold for the roleplay or anything. We have no worries about players being unable to post constantly, but we’d prefer players that join, then wind up not posting or just vanish into the blue without a word. It holds scenes up and makes planning immensely difficult.

- Maturity. There’s two parts to that specific request. Gifted is intended to be a grim world with dark themes such as violence, death, and other nasty things that come with a future dystopian setting. I’d also like you to be able to handle OOC issues calmly and politely.

- Creativity. Be absurd or wild with your ideas and character concepts if you’d like.

So, if all of this interests you, drop on by the board! Feel free to PM me or tag me on here- I’ll try to be around to answer questions or reply as much as I can.

Click Here For the RP!

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Epsilon

Full Name:
Harlyn Itzel Enright

Nicknames/Aliases:
Epsilon

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Gift:
Shapeshifting; of a sort, at least. At will, Epsilon can take on a rather disturbing form that improves her speed, strength, and defense, and she has naturally thick skin in more ways than one.

Loyalty:
Mercenary. Currently on time off, however.

Description:
Standing at roughly 6’0”, Harley’s form is one built up of hard living, exercise, and conflict. She’s lean and muscular, with scarred tan skin and a face that, while worn and rough, still manages to hold a near-constant mirth. She has salt-and-pepper hair that reaches the center of her back, which she often keeps tied in a lazy braid. Her eyes are a warm shade of hazel, and on her collarbone is a tattoo of the greek epsilon symbol.
Tends to dress in worn leather jeans, short sleeved shirts, and hiking boots.

When using her Gift, her limbs growing elongated and spindly, fingers growing into claws, jaw sprouting sharp teeth and becoming horribly misshapen in order to accommodate them- often yawning open thanks to the odd formation of fangs inside her mouth. There’s something almost spiderlike about her body in this state, and the way she moves is downright wrong.

Personality:
Harley is a friendly (if not rugged and somewhat eccentric) woman by nature. Calm and lackadaisical, it’s notably difficult to ruffle her feathers, or get another response to any real prodding than a good-natured chuckle and a dry quip. She can be remarkably amiable towards friends and enemies alike, and is fiercely loyal to the former, but there is a somewhat darker aspect of her personality in turn. Harley is violent and somewhat hedonistic, relishing in fist-fights and baser pleasures. She has a strong code of ethics in spite of this, though, reflected in how she refuses to work in the business of children or in positions of particular weakness.

Skills:
- Trained in weapon usage and combat.
- Her Gift can make her a threatening force to deal with, as she’s remarkably nimble, strong, and possesses a hide thick enough that knives will have a hard time piercing it.
- Given that she resides in the Ashland, she knows well enough how to survive.

Weaknesses:
- Despite her speed and the strength of both her attack and body, especially when her Gift is active, she’s not invincible. Fire and bullets and all sorts of nasty ways a Gifted could harm another still wound her.

- Her code of ethics, as well as her thirst for bloodshed, both serve as a way for an enemy to take an advantage.

- Smokes regularly.

Brief History:
Harlyn’s roots lie in a small community that exists deep within the ashland’s grasp, made up of men and women of various skills, occupations, and interests, but sharing one thing in common- the strength of their Gifts. The village is composed primarily of those with weaker abilities than most, such as being able to pull music from thin air, or have an immediate understanding of any languages one comes across. The only individual with any noteworthy power is their leader, who can, depending on who currently holds the role, have Gifts rivaling those of a high ranking faction member. Any children within this community born stronger than their parents are presented with a choice when they come of age: to either fight the current leader to the death in an attempt to take the position for themselves, or leave the village, finding their life elsewhere.

Epsilon, the result of a union between a ribbon-making Gifted and a low level pyrokinetic, was among the children presented the choice. Instead of risking her life in a vie for leadership, she decided to take her chances in leaving. While many of her fellow exiles chose to join one faction or the other, Epsilon took up both a living as a soldier of fortune, and her current moniker, which she often uses interchangeably with her own name.

A while ago, during one of her hunts, she was rather heavily wounded. A child hiding nearby discovered her, and, risking her safety, approached and healed the worst of Epsilon’s wounds. The child explained that she had gotten lost from her family, and, grateful for her help, Epsilon offered to help her find her family once she had finished recovering.

It’s been some time that the odd pair have been coexisting, and the kid has grown on her some.
Even if she is really strange.

Other:

Caroline

Full Name:
Caroline Morgan Pelacour

Nicknames/Aliases:
Clockwork, Clocky, Dolly

Age:
6

Gender:
Female

Gifts:
Potent Healing/Regeneration

Loyalty:
Her family, though it was once officially LIberty.

Description:
“Unique” would be the kindest word one might use to describe Caroline’s appearance. “Creepy” less so. Despite being a child, she lacks the softened look that many of those her age carry; instead appearing almost lifeless and distinctly artificial. She wears little to no expression for the most part, her skin is porcelain pale, and her eyes- an unnatural shade of purple as it stands- appear glassy and lifeless, like those of a dead fish. Black hair falls to her back in ringlets, and attempting to shear it to a more reasonable length for the ash simply results in it sprouting back. She tends to wear whatever fits her, and whatever is most practical for roaming the ash.

Personality:
Tying in with her off-putting looks is her personality. Despite being a child, Caroline seems far too cynical and uncannily mature for her age. She speaks in a complete monotone, with mannerisms more akin to an older woman than anything. However, while rather disturbing, the girl holds little ill intent, and can be fairly pleasant if one ignores how disturbing she is otherwise. Caroline tends to be very grateful towards those who do.
Part of her quietly wishes to have been a regular child.

Skills:
- Caroline is an exceptional healer for her age. Her abilities allow her to heal a variety of wounds, snatching people from the brink of death. They extend largely as far as to what the human body could naturally heal- a sword through the spine would still leave one paralyzed after she healed them- though it is possible for her to stretch this power further. She can, with a cost, restore someone’s youth, and even get one’s heart beating in the rare times when the damage isn’t too severe.

- These abilities extend to herself, as well. For a child, Caroline is remarkably difficult to kill. It may take some time, but if grievously injured, she can drag herself back from over the edge and regain a grasp on life. This seems to account for her unnatural appearance.

Weaknesses:
- After performing particularly difficult or tasking healings, Caroline will become weak and sluggish. Her regeneration and the miracles she can pull come at a fairly great cost, as well. As she’s only a child, severe regeneration, and bringing someone back from the dead, is a rather terrifying experience for her, warping her sense of reality and perception of time for a while and leaving her unconcious. The first, and only, time she restored the youth of someone left her in a temporary coma.

- For all of her healing prowess, Clockwork is still very much a child, and lacks any offensive power to physically protect herself. As such, she’s essentially defenseless.

- In a fight, her family and those she likes often take priority.

Brief History:
Born as a result of one of Liberty’s many, many dives into the realm of genetics, in which two powerful healers were used to create a child- a healer that would be capable of keeping the leaders, the powerful, and the influential alive. She was handed over to the Founder shortly after her birth, and was raised as his child. Her father, whose life was artificially extended past the war via Gifts, taught her that the unpowered man was not a bogeyman to be feared, but simply, living, human beings. Regret for his actions haunted him, as well as disgust for what had become of his Liberty. Made a puppet king for his country, and fearing the threat of martyrdom, he took his family and fled to the ash.

Some time after their escape, Caroline was separated from the rest of her family. Unable to do much else, she hid, though was drawn out after some time by the sight of a wounded woman. The woman was Epsilon, who, in gratitude, offered to look after the odd child and help her find her family.

Caroline has been looked after by the odd woman since then, and, while thankful, she grows more worried for her family by the day.

Other:
- Fairly well read, with a notable preference towards old human literature.

Cordelia Vasilisa

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Full Name:
Cordelia Imogen Vasilisa

Nicknames/Aliases:
Delia, Miss Gable

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Gift:
Emotion Manipulation: Cordelia’s power allows her to project waves of emotion via touch, or in a limited radius around herself.

Loyalty:
Erubescian- Alchemist

Description:
Cordelia is a bit of an odd woman, even in looks. She stands at 5’6”, with a build and face that make it a bit difficult to tell if she happens to be a pretty young man, or a boyish young lady. Her lips are thin, constantly drawn into a pleasant sort of smile, and the best indication one could have towards her gender is the length of her curly blonde hair.
The most notable feature of hers is her eyes, however. A bright gold, looking into her left will lead one to notice that she has two pupils in one eye. Almost as if the smaller of the two simply split off, the pupils react normally enough, though it gives that eye an almost insectile appearance. While largely a minor condition, it does happen to alter her vision slightly, and she wears glasses to make up for the fault.

As an Alchemist, Cordelia often wears a lab coat over a set of cutely patterned scrubs (featuring pastel flowers, most often, though sometimes she’ll go for something more outlandish like owls and the like). When off duty, she’ll wear pastel shirts and colorful pants.

On the whole, she seems to really like pastels.

Personality:
While intelligent enough to have reached her position at such a young age, Cordelia is a bit off, to say the least. She often speaks with a sort of breathiness, and in short, stilted, almost awkward sentences. The longer the sentence, however, the more odd her phrasing. While not particularly interested in high society or loyalty to the King, she’s devoted to her work, taking a great amount of pride in it and always being driven towards the pursuit and advancement of knowledge.
At times, her means of getting there are a bit...odd, to say the least, even if her initial ideas appear to have a well enough explanation as to why she’s doing what she’s doing. Some might mistake her fascination and drive for an ambition to rise to the top, though she’s quick to state that it’s simply a passion for a craft that motivates her into doing what she does.


Skills:
- An intelligent young woman, with the sort of determination and willingness to find alternative- if not particularly unusual- ways of working around problems.
- Her emotion power allows her to effectively stun and disarm quite easily. The effect is at its most potent and focused when delivered by touch, though the field that she can project out from herself still very much has an effect. By swaying one’s emotions into a state of tranquility or deep sadness, she can pacify them, or rile them up up with feelings of anger and jealousy. She most typically uses this to keep subjects calm and cooperative, however.
- Quite innovative.

Weaknesses:
- What she possesses in intelligence, she’s entirely lacking in the ability to fight. She avoids physical confrontations as much as possible, leaving that to others more capable than herself.
- While her Gift can stun and influence the target, it can be resisted and pushed against- especially when she uses it in a radius, instead of through direct contact.
- In addition, while projecting her Gift around herself, she can’t pick and choose who’s affected within her range.


Brief History:
Cordelia was born the child of the notable, if not somewhat, infamous Chancellor Azrael Gable, known for his overwhelming, nigh disturbing level of loyalty towards Erubesco and its King, and a stained glass artist who he had long had a relationship with until he took on his current line of work. A child was born from that relationship, though in spite of the rather scandalous circumstances that surrounded Cordelia’s birth, Azrael didn’t seem ashamed. Instead, he simply sent a stream of money and shallow encouragement the way of his former lover.

The young girl grew up with an odd, enigmatic sort of figure as a father, flitting in and out of her life from time to time, and a mother who did what she could for her child. Surprisingly enough, as she grew, Cordelia became more and more like the strange father than the knowable mother with each passing day. She displayed a keen interest in Gifts, pushing the boundaries of what was possible, and ways of coaxing the rate of progress even a few seconds into the future. It was soon discovered she had a knack for the field, and she was accepted into an internship after some time- an internship that quickly progressed into a full-time job.

Cordelia appears to be a prodigy, but with her...certain quirks, it’s difficult to say what might happen in the future.

Other:

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@Prosaic Approved!

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

It had been well over sixty years, perhaps, since the last known human city had been snuffed out.

It was the sort of inevitability that man had refused to face until the bitter end, sticking their chins up high without the awareness that it would only leave their throat exposed to the vicious, biting prey-turned-predators. Those Gifted with supernatural abilities, those Cursed, had long since been oppressed, and united under a common front, they turned against those who had shunned them and cast them into the maw of death. The Unpowered had their nukes, their artillery, every soldier geared up to the teeth with the finest in weaponry.

Each Gifted soldier was the artillery. The particularly lucky or well-trained were their nukes. Beneath their heel they crushed humanity, and rose up to scrape together what remained of the world into something new. For once in their collective existence, they as a whole could be free. Not just the one individual who reigned as a god or a creature of myth, but a community. A population.

Two main factions arose from the dust of the old world. For those who despised the exclusion of the what had once been the world, who longed for a sense of community, there was Liberty. Liberty, who made sure every mouth was fed, that no one was left without a helping hand or a purpose- at the expense of, quite ironically, their freedom. And then for those who simply wished to take what had been there before and make something their own, for those who were hesitant about the collar Liberty offered, there was Erubesco. Erubesco, of fairytale nobility, where you could carve out a place for yourself. Where you could be who you wanted, entirely independent...though the undercurrent of sacrifices made for science, and the clashes of high society, make for a definite trouble in paradise.

As both factions grew, swallowing up the lands around them and expanding further into states and countries, there were some parts of the world that neither dared to touch. Places so ravaged by war that it was simply best to leave them be, and hope that, one day, the earth would restore them to something proper. Healthy. Of course, there were also those isolated spots where neither faction simply bothered to tame. These solitary landscapes were known as the Wastelands, for much of it consisted of waste, ash, and only the occasional burst of greenery that was beginning to devour the wilds.

The Wastelands were a place for those interested in neither group. The reasons varied, of course. Some simply despised the rules of both, opting to take their chances on their own. Some weren’t of the sort that the factions wanted, and some were deserters- having fled after seeing the darker underbellies of their home. The number of refugees only picked up when the war began.

A horrid war that began eight years ago between Erubesco and Liberty. The behemoths, with their clashing cultures and styles of life, couldn’t coexist for long. Soon enough they found themselves at each other’s throats, working in an arms’ race to pluck up the strongest Gifted, or make the larger leaps of knowledge. The conflict dribbled into the Wastes not before long, for battles and skirmishes, or squashing any budding competition in towns, or recruiting some of the more favorable.

This is the world of now. Of the thrashing, animalistic need to live, to preserve one’s way of life by any means necessary.

The question stands, however;

What will you do to survive?

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Much like the fairy tales which parents tell to their children at storytime, Erubesco is based around a concept of nobility, kings and queens, and an idealized view of “good” and “evil”. Towns cluster around grand castle bases, soldiers are dubbed as the “knights in shining armor” for the weak and defenseless, and many civilians go about their life with art and song heavily involved in their schedules. At face value, it appears like a beautiful utopia of prosperity and life.

However, the truth is far darker, as one might expect. Not only are the general issues that tend to come with a monarchy present- inequality, a very unlikely chance of ascending to another role, etc.- but civilian experimentation is very much the norm. While the entire process tends to be kept rather hushed, what occurs beneath the beautiful tiling of the castle floors is very real, and very active. While the glitz and glamor of movie stars and storybook towns may be appealing to many, it is a thin veil to what Erubesco truly stands for underneath it all.

Compared to Liberty, however, one might find the freedom of choice preferable, and Erubesco isn’t the worst place to live. In fact, most of its populace find it quite delightful.

Most.

Ranks of Erubesco

King

Viceroy/Lord/Lady

Grand Chancellor

Chancellor

Knight Commander

Alchemist

Knight/Acolyte

Infantry

Conscript

Serf

*Note: Serfs are essentially seen as indentured servants in Erubesco, and often enter the position after a crime.

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The first impression which tends to fall upon the viewer of any Liberty city is a certain...blandness. Nigh-identical buildings and streets, all made up of a monochrome color. A majority of the population reside in their own apartments, and a lack of real vibrancy. However, Liberty’s morals are the main reason so many are drawn; preaching fair rights for all, scorning the pointless harm of her populace, and pushing the belief that, with enough hard work and care, even the weakest can grow into a potential Councillor.

Of course, while Liberty preaches patience towards its people, caring for them and providing for the needs of the loyal, they also push for extreme devotion. The rebellious are carefully groomed into fiercely loyal citizens, and the unity which is so focused upon can have the unfortunate side effect of damaging individuality. The ranking system is a fair deal more complicated when compared to that of Erubesco’s, but retains somewhat of a pattern. There are several sectors of Liberty, with each having seven ranks or less; ranging from the lowly Trainee, to the grand Councillor. Each sector is headed by a Councillor, which work with the Founder- and Leader- on near equal terms to make decisions for Liberty.

Liberty Sectors/Roles

Espionage

Loyalty Affirmation

Homeland Protection

Economics

Genetics

Healing

Training

Education

Infrastructure

Agriculture

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Leader

Councillor

Speaker/Upper Supervisor

Area Supervisor

Agent

Worker

Beginning Worker/Specialized Trainee

Regular Trainee

While it preaches equality, Liberty is led by people, and certain people can be particularly corrupt. If one desires more luxury in life, they could very easily inform their higher ups of certain activities of their neighbors for boons and the like. Nevertheless, many of Liberty’s civilians are well provided for, and have all their needs met.

Interestingly enough, the Founder of Liberty has been absent for some time, though this bit of information has been kept firmly under wraps by the Councillors.

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Ashlanders. The term applies to nearly anyone who lives in the ashland, or wasteland, or Outside- whatever name you prefer for the vast expanse of ruin and earth that exists outside of the factions’ walls. Unlike what the names would imply, the ashland isn’t all ruin and sand- there are several areas where vegetation flourishes and the scars of man have begun to heal- but there’s enough of it that it’s been dubbed desolate by those who live both inside and away from the lands. Resources are thin, and what communities have manifested are largely composed of nomadic groups or small towns for ashlanders to make businesses, although any group that doesn’t possess a few particularly strong Gifted among its members is often quickly snuffed out.
Life in the wastes is harsh, unforgivable, and often leads to very short lifespans. As such, the Ashlanders that populate it are often harsh and unforgivable themselves. While some retain their humanity and are relatively friendly (if not a bit skittish), others become considerably more ruthless. Mercenaries prowl the ash, hungry for jobs or searching out the targets that they’ve been assigned to- usually by the high-paying factions. Slavers and raiders abound, preying on the weak. However, for all of its harshness, some Gifted might retreat into the ashland for various reasons. Whether it’s freedom, the pursuit of their own morality, or madness, the ashland is never completely empty.

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Rules:

- Basic rules apply here, too. Be legible, no PPing, no veering wildly off canon, etc.

- You can have as many characters as you can handle.

- Please ask me if you have an idea for the plot/factions/story-line. I really dislike it when people try to pull something without asking for the go-ahead before they do it.

- Be polite. Inside the RP, your characters can be at each other's throats, but outside we're all responsible, mature people(I hope), who should act that way.
- No stealing other people's characters.

- No fantasy. Anything fantasy ish (ex; dragons, something that seems demonic) must be explained with Gifts. No straight out magic exists.

- Certain character ranks (ex; anything above Agent in Liberty, anything above Knight in Erubesco) must be approved by a GM.

- Powerful characters must also be approved by a GM.

- Non-powered humans have been practically wiped out for a while, meaning that having human parents is a no-go, unless I give permission. Same with human characters; and, in connection to that, humans do not belong in the factions.

- Enjoy!

Character Sheet

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Full Name:

Nicknames/Aliases:

Age:

Gender:

Gift:

Loyalty: (if Erubescian or Liberty, please add their position if you can)

Description: (What do they look like? Even if you've got a picture, a bit of writing would be nice. Include their usual attire, any notable scarring or markings, etc.)

Personality:(A brief outline of their demeanour.)


Skills: (Gift based or practical abilities.)

Weaknesses: (Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)


Brief History: (Any notable events in their background that might have shaped them. If you don't want to reveal too much, that's fine.)

Other:

(Anything else you think everyone needs to know about your character.)

Discord Link here!

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Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@King Tai@Scarifar I'm a bit out of ideas for another Espie post at the moment. You're both free to continue with just the assumption that she's following along quietly if you would like, haha. Sorry for holding you guys up.

Circus of The Supernatural

The Invincible Man/Aristide

Their True Name
Aristide Cosismus Memoli

Their Stage Name
The Invincible Man

Their Appearance
Aristide stands at 5’10”, with a lithe, muscular build, sharp green eyes, and flowing dark hair grown out to his tailbone. His skin is light, brought to a healthy tone thanks to exposure to the sun, and oddly flawless despite his years working for the circus- something that he attributes to his power. He’s wildly expressive, face flitting between anger or content or satisfaction oftentimes within the hour, and leaving him very much an open book.

Even when not performing, Aristide has a flair for the flamboyant in his outfits. He weaves hairpins and bits and pieces of gold and metal into his hair, wears coats lined with fur, and silken gloves. He wears shirts left unbuttoned just so in a way to show off the peak of his chest, fine leather trousers, and, even without counting his hair accessories, wears a gaudy amount of jewelry. Rings, necklaces, bracelets- he even keeps a ruby earring stuck to his earlobe.
When on stage, however, it gets even worse. He tends to go completely shirtless, tight pants (to show that there are no tricks, or so he claims, even though it’s clear enough that he just enjoys showing off), and body paint depicting odd sorts of patterns across his chest.
The jewelry stays, though.

The Date they Joined the Circus
December 2nd, 1844

The Act
Oddly enough for Aristide’s...rather eccentric personality, he possesses the power of healing. This ability allows him to not only heal others, but himself as well, offering him an enhanced regenerative ability that’s kept him from meeting a shallow grave in the dirt more than once. Due to being the direct source of his own healing, Aristide’s regenerative abilities are stronger than his healing- allowing him to heal at an astonishing rate. That isn’t to say that his healing of others is anything to scoff at, however. If the body can heal it, Aristide can induce it, at the expense of his own energy. He can’t restore the nerves of a damaged spine, but he can heal gashes and broken bones with ease- although if the bone isn’t set, it will heal in a...less than pleasant way.

Aristide puts this power to use in his act often as “The Invincible Man”, repeatedly letting himself get shot, mauled, maimed, burned, and other various stunts- only to come out seemingly without a scratch. He tends to experiment often in his act, taking a certain pleasure in having so many eyes on him at once, watching his every move.

His compulsion is that he has to follow through with any and all promises that he makes.

Why they Joined the Circus.
To escape from the life he once had with his sister, to become a person who was allowed their own will, and to get his hands dirty and live it up until he was ash and bone.

Their Biography
The Memolis were a family that flourished in the city of Lucca, Italy, long before Italy had even come to exist. The household was well-off, consisting of several children, and an apparently loving set of parents that, while showing favoritism to some sons and daughters over the others, were still loving nonetheless.

However, while they were loving, they were most certainly not the most...gentle towards their children.

Neither Elizabeth nor Aristide speak much about what their home life was like. If Library is asked, she’ll either shoot the question down, or rattle off completely irrelevant facts until the questioner gets bored. If Aristide is asked, he’ll immediately become temperamental and moody (at least, more so than usual) until the subject is dropped. One thing is for certain, however- the heavy scarring on Library’s body says quite a bit. The most they’ll confess is that they weren’t the favorites of the family, that they were often left to their own devices, and that the circus offered a far better environment than what their home once was.

Their Connections
Aristide tends not to have many friends within the circus grounds- partly due to an inclination to keep people at a distance after so many have been lost, and partly due to the fact that he is, put quite bluntly, a bit of a prick. He’s loud, incredibly vain, and has a ruthless streak about a mile wide. Those who do manage to earn a soft spot in his eyes are often the targets of insults and jeers as much as most others, although he does tend to back off (albeit while huffing), if they end up visibly upset. He tends to prioritize these soft spots more than his other teammates.

Him and Library have a bit of an...odd relationship. They tend to throw barbs and insults at each other on a regular basis, and slow little to no affection to each other. However, Aristide can regularly be found nagging Library to eat or take care of herself, or bringing her meals in between complaints of how helpless she is.

Their Audition
“And we present to you today, the one, the only, The Invincible Man!”

Library couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little at that. She sat among the scores of the oblivious, dressed in her “civilian” clothes. It was her lunch break, and seeing that she rarely actually ate on a proper schedule, she had decided to duck out to watch a few of the acts while she was free. It had been a good few years since she had seen some of them, and it seemed like it could be interesting to see how the acts had changed as of late.

However, the act currently on wasn’t exactly to her interest.

She watched as Aristide sauntered forth, giving a particularly saucy wink towards a crowd of college girls in the front before bowing front and center. With a wave of his hand, a iron maiden was wheeled to the front, left to hang open in front of the gawking crowd.

“This, my dear, sweet audience,” he announced, “is an iron maiden. Fresh from the medieval era, and as sharp as the day it was made.” To emphasize his point, Aristide rested a finger upon one of the spikes, and then deftly yanked it downwards. With a smug smile, he turned, walking up to the front-seaters and parading the wound around for all to say. Coaxing them to confirm that the wound was, in fact, very much real. Once pleased with the feedback, Aristide lifted the digit to his mouth, ran his tongue leisurely across it, and then returned to the iron maiden.

“My assistants will be enclosing me inside this little death trap for a good...mmm. Let’s say a full minute. A full minute. And when I come out, I will be in perfect health. How does that sound?” His smirk only grew at the roars of the crowd.

With the confidence of someone who had done this many times before, Aristide stepped inside, turned around, and let the other carnies shut him in.

It didn’t take long before the maiden began to leak- a pool of blood spilling from its cracks, and growing wider with every moment.

There were screams.

Murmurs, worried murmurs, or skeptical ones.

And then the minute was up.

The iron maiden was opened, to reveal a...perfectly fine, if not particularly bloody, Aristide.

Stepping away from the mess, Aristide gave a full, elegant bow, his eyes lifting up to Library as he lowered himself. In a particularly, admittedly childish gesture, she proceeded to flip him off- something that she could see annoyed him, but something he didn’t let break his stride as he soaked up the praise of the audience.

He was just so humble.