Erklings25

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@GeneralNox
Glad to meet another bad poet, I decided more poetry would be the best way to show it.
If you have a question ask around, then use all the good advice you found.
Please ask me anything if you're ever stuck, don't just throw yourself under a truck.

Yeah, I know, I really suck.

Marvel Next Gen Rp (MxF or MxM)

Hello, and welcome to my interest check. Thanks for being interested in checking this out! You can call me Erk!

Plot (Disclaimer: it's a bit lengthy)

Plot

The Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes. The X-Men, all of them unique. The Fantastic Four, who relied on science AND power. The Guardians of the Galaxy, the futuristic fighters of tomorrow. They were said to be the greatest heroes who will ever step foot on the Earth. But what they had to face, that day, would shake their ranks, and disband them. All of them. No hope was left for Earth, when they came down to end it. A force mightier than Raganrok, worse than anything Thanks could put together, Apocalypse couldn't wield that sort of power, Doctor Doom couldn't dream of the destruction it caused. It was different. Because all of them worked together, and finally took down their foes, unwittingly causing an apocalypse of their own. The heroes were mocked by the survivors, and settled down to an almost normal life, under villainous rule. But S.H.I.E.L.D, they live on. And they won't rest until humanity is free from its chains. The heroes ranks are awakening again, these kids. They're humanity's last hope.

The Boring Bit (Rules)
+ I am a 23 year old male in England, so just accept the time difference!
+ As stated, I will do MxM or MxF, I only play male characters though. Period.
+ I will try and reply once every other day, but it may take longer, so I beg you to be patient.
+ There will be a little bit of romance in there probably, I always throw it into the mix. But please, the clothes come off and we fade to black, so you can fantasize about it as much as you like. Not that I do that or anything...
+ Please, TALK TO ME, because I love talking.
+ Don't make me do all the creative legwork, that's why I made the plot so vague.
+ I don't mind swearing, violence or gore.
+ Just to confirm you read the rules, when you PM me (because you will), please tell me who your favorite Avenger is (yeah, I know that it's freaking hard to choose, but still...)

Right, I have a few characters prepared, so just tell me which one you want me to use!

Ben Parker

Name: Benjamin 'Ben' Parker

Age: 19

Parents: Peter Parker (We all know who he is) and Felicia Hardy (Black Cat)

Powers: Like his father, Ben (who inherited the Spider-Man suit) can crawl up walls, create webs, and has a genius intellect. However, he has no Spidey-Sense, and he got his mother's Bad Luck Power. Unfortunately, it is highly unstable and tends to effect him more than anyone else, but he's working on it.

Personality: Ben is just as goofy and and sarcastic as his dad. He has a problem with serious atmospheres, and always tries to liven up everything, even if he shouldn't. This makes him the bane of most adults, the idol of most guys his age, and very popular with the ladies, but he is totally oblivious to the latter. His mother spoilt him beyond his wildest dreams (and his mother's) so he can come across as arrogant and obnoxious. He dosen't mean to be. He is very awkward around most girls and doesn't really know how to talk to them.

Picture: Ben

Xavier Summers

Name: Xavier Summers

Age: 21

Parents: Scott Summer (Cyclops) and Jean Grey (Phoenix)

Powers: Xavier takes more after his mother than his father. He possesses telekinesis and telepathic powers, more specificly he can project thought into other people's minds, and manipulate them to his will. He has very good fighting prowess, and is very agile.

Personality: Xavier is very introverted and quiet. Instead of loud parties and social gatherings he prefers staying home and reading. He does not have very good people skills and is more of a loner than one who goes around in a big group of friends. He isn't very trusting, and is frequently fretting about someone backstabbing him. He is insecure about his powers and tries not to use them, as he feels like an oddball. He has a strong sense of morality and justice, but this is subdued by his timidness and insecurity.

Picture: Xavier

Kenny Storm

Name: Kenneth 'Kenny' Storm

Age: 18

Parents: Johnny Storm (Human Torch) and Unknown Mother

Powers: Like his father, Kenny is able to cover himself in flame, fly at a supersonic speed, and emit fireballs. He can stand up to a day in his 'flaming form,' but tends not to use it for over 15 hours. His powers are subdued when he is in his normal state.

Personality: Kenny is a bad boy through to the core. He is constantly rough-and-ready, always prepared for a throw-down. He flirts with every girl he meets, and considers himself God's Gift to Women. However he can come across as a bit surly, and he tends to think with his fists more than his head. His love of rebellion has allientated him from his father, so he finds it hard to create emotional attachments with others, he doesn't want to be abandoned again.

Picture: Kenny

Scott Murdock

Name: Scott Murdock

Age: 20

Parents: Matthew Murdock (Daredeil) and Elektra Natchios

Powers: Like his parents, Scott doesn't really have any powers that he didn't get by accident. Wandering into a lab made by Doctor Doom and ingesting some of the chemicals he had there maybe wasn't such a great idea. His strength, stamina, and reflexes were heightened, and they gave him a strange aversion to bright lights. He is skilled with most firearms, and batons.

Personality: Scott is very hard to describe. As his father is a lawyer, he grew up in an environment where justice was paramount. This has made him a visionary, desperate to lift mankind up to new heights. He is so obsessed with his goal for justice, he tends to ignore people's feelings and he doesn't realise when he hurts them. He has a soft spot for all things fluffy, but he try's to hide it behind a stern exterior. He is very refined, and tries to be a gentleman and good sport, but his ignorance of other people's feelings is an impediment.

Scott (under the glasses his eyes are blue)

That's all folks!

It's a Family Business [Modern Mafia RP]

@LPFan It's as dead as a doornail I think. It's a real shame.

Anyone interested in an Ace Attorney RP? (Spoilers dealing with Spirit of Justice)

@Shadow007 Hold it! Interest severely piqued. As a fan of Ace Attorney I have no objections!

The Mystery of the Black Hare (Erklings25 x AutumnFrost)

Fyfe's perception of time was a bit hazy. He had spent a few minuets walking around that cottage, trying to interpret if anyone was there. But to him, it was hours, days, months, years. Ages. How could he tell, there was no clock aroind him, or sundial for that matter. "Hello? Please, somebody answer me!" He knew that nobody was home, but he thought somebody might be around the area. Maybe even Lord Lockley and the others. "Lockley? Campbell? Brochurst? Anyone?" He called into the trees of the vast forest. His muddy cloak was slung over his shoulder, revealing a light blue frock coat, perfectly unsuitable for the woods. His hand brushed over his forehead, knocking his cocked hat backwards a small bit, the tip was touching his heavy cloak.

"Ach, damn these blasted woods! Can't a man find any help? Dammy, I swear I'll find a way out, or my name isn't Lord Fyfe Duncan Munro the second!" He muttered under his breath. Old Aldebiert Munro was only Fyfe's uncle, but he had no children of his own, Fyfe was his only legacy. He studied the cottage with some detail, and concluded that there were no living inhabitants of this cottage, clearly. It was unfit for a human being to live in. Unless there were supernatural creatures in the woods, nobody could live here. And supernatural creatures were just the stuff of legends, make-belive, bedtime stories to scare the children. Weren't they? Ah, well. He noticed the door was open. Peculiar. An abandoned house with opened doors? Even ancient civilisations has theives and robbers didn't they? He cautiously stepped into the house, instinctively knocking on the door, to see a woman. A beautiful, beautiful woman. A nymph, a goddess standing before him.

He quietly gasped, and went bright red. He covered it up with a deep bow. When he regaind composer he stood upright again. "Oh, my lady!" He said, sounding a bit breathless. "My lady, forgive me for intrudinag. Oh, where are my manners? May I come in? Thank you. I appear to be lost, my lady. I came with some friends, a hunting party you understand. My hunting party. Oh, why do I keep forgetting myslef? Lord Fyfe Munro, at your service." He bowed again, and kissed her hand, like he thought a gentleman should. "Well, I'm a bit lost, you see. And I was wondering if I could enlist your help. I'll pay you, if you want. My entire fortune." He shook his head, to stop himself from rambling, and took off his hat, letting his copper mane reign free.

The Mystery of the Black Hare (Erklings25 x AutumnFrost)

Sounds of raucous laughter and cheers filled the air, as a party of young men, all in fine clothes, cocked hats, and hunting boots, on gallant steeds, galloped through the streets of a small village, Thryte, and into the courtyard of Munro Manor, home the the illustrious Munro family. The old and well-liked lord and owner of this fine mansion Old Aldebiert Munro has caught pneumonia and a riding trip and passed away. But today was the dawn of a new era, the next Munro was to inherit this vast wealth of land, a glorious mansion, and a fortune beyond his wildest dreams. Today was young Lord Fyfe's day. The surrounding village was aflame with excitement, and all were standing in the grimy streets waiting to meet the young boy. The villeins, at the very sight of this merry party, parted, steeping into the gutter. Men took off their hats and bowed, the ladies followed suit and curtsied, and the children, most of whom didn't understand what was happening, waved at the men. Then the crowd erupted into cries of 'Huzzah!' as young Fyfe rode past them.

Fyfe was a curious-looking young man of five-and-twenty, he wasn't what most would call naturally handsome, but there was no way of denying that he had looks on his side. He bore a slight tan, from spending one too many hours out in the sun, and his skin tone really set out his icy blue eyes, that inquisitively gazed into the hearts and souls of the people. His short, wavy hair was the same colour as a chestnut, but with a reddish tinge to it so it looked more copper than anything else, and his nose had a healthy dose of freckles. Not the sort of man most would call handsome, but his looks were so stange that there was some sort of allure about them.

As the men slowed their horses to a sudden and sharp halt in the courtyard, Fyfe rode the the front, and heard cries from his friends, cries of joy. "Alright, alright lads! Quiet, be quiet would you! Especially you Campbell, my Lord, quiet! I welcome you to Munro Manour. My Munro Manour! Today, we shall eat, drink, and be merry. And best of all, we shall hunt, today, for the greatest prize we can find. Then we shall do the eating, drinking and being merry. How does that sound, my Lords?" More cheers came from the wild crowd. Then, one of the men raised a hand. "My Lord Munro! If you're seeking a great prize, there's nothing better than the Black Hare." Fife cocked his head a bit, he had never heard of the Black Hare before, and his interest was very clearly piqued. "Speak then," he said, "Lord Lockley. Do tell us of this Black Hare." Lockley bowed his head and continued.

"My Lord Munro, for many years now, a mysterious create has inhabited theese forests of Thryte. A dark hare, impossible to catch, barely ever sighted. Lord Aldebiert died trying to find in." A murmur of interest was audible from the crowd. "The Black Hare is, as I said, almost never sighted. If you can catch a beast such as that Hare, you would be hailed a hero for sure! That is all, my Lord Munro." A Black Hare, that's very rare for sure. Just the sort of challenge Fufe enjoyed. "Well then, lads! Let's catch us a Black Hare! Onwards, our grand merriment beings now!" He yelled. The servants, upon hearing the call, released to vicious black mongrels, who followed Fyfe's hunting party everywhere.

They ignored most of the game, for hours they scoured the forest, but there was not a Black Hare in sight. There were complaints, curses and anger came from the gentlemen. "Dammit, Lord Munro!" Groaned Lockley. "I wish I hadn't told you that legend, it's impossible such a beast exists anyway! Aye, impossible, I dare say." Fyfe leapt off his horse, and kicked the ground hard. "That's it! We've come all this way just for doubts. Come, my Lords, onwards, I say! We shall find that blasted hare if it kills me!" He climed back onto his horse, and trotted off deeper int the grove. But his party went in the other direction, they knew where they were goin, Fife did not. He was unnevred at the silence surrounding him, he did not realise his party, and dogs, had left him until he was completely lost. "Blasted companions, some friends they are!" A quiet rustle of the leaves, as a magpie flew into the blue sky, frightened his horse, and he was thrown into the undergrowth. His horse galloped off, and he was alone. Not wasting any time, he crept through the mysterious forest.

And the, he saw a cottage. "In the middle of this forest? Why would anyone settle here? I wonder..." His cloak was covered in mud, and he reluctantly took it off, and slung it over his shoulder. "Hello! Anybody? Hello!" He called looking through the window to see if anyone was at home.

Yes

@John Humphreys
Meme stealers... The bane of my existence... I'll have to kill you like I killed the other!

Hi! Welcome to the Guild! If you have any questions, ask someone! We're all really friendly here. I hope.

Seeking creative, patient, and friendly partners!

@AutumnFrost Hey! I was wondering if you were still doing the 'The Mystery of the Black Hare' plot. If you are, PM me!

It's a Family Business [Modern Mafia RP]

@LPFan Yeah, but I have real trouble doing images, they just don't work for me.

It's a Family Business [Modern Mafia RP]

And here's my number two!

Until I figure out why I suck at images LINK!

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Fredrick Anton Osgood-Montague

'I don't belive in frettin' or greivin'/ Why mess around with strife?'
-Ella Fitzgerald

Back To Basics

Name
Fredrick Anton Osgood-Montague

What I Go By
Freddie

Age
27

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Homosexual, closeted

Birthdate
19th February 1995

Occupation
I am the bartender, loyal and faithful to Rio Nightlife (the bar.)

The Reflection In The Mirror

Height
5'9"

Weight
136 pounds

Eye color
Blue

Hair color
Dirty blond

Ethnicity
American (Mississippi)

Physical Apperance
Everything about Freddie when he's at work seems to yell 'clean cut!' He is clean-shaven, well-groomed, and his hair is usually slicked back with enough oil to give a whole country power for a year. When he isn't working, however, he has a bit of a transformation. His dirty-blonde, close-cropped hair is as messy as you can get it, he dosent tend to wear as much cologne as usual, and there is usually a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, however he is trying to quit, so sometimes it's a E-Cigarette. He has no tattoos on him at all, he thinks that "they may look cool now, but wait till y'all are older! How're you gonna look then?" He has icy blue eyes, and a light tan. Also, he is very skinny, but he tries to hide it as much as possible. Seeing all the buff gangsters walk into his club gives him serious self-confidence issues.

Attire
Freddie tends to dress in his work attire more often than not. He usually wears one of his many starched, white shirts, a dark waistcoat, and a silver tie. On occasion, he ditches the waistcoat and tie. He can always be found wearing his emerald cuff-links, that his philanthropist sister gave him on his 19th birthday. His trousers are always the same color as his waistcoats, if he wore anything different he would be mortified, and wouldn't be able to show his face in public for at least three or four weeks. However, footwear-wise, he likes to wear his beat-up, old vans. Not that many people notice, you can't see feet from over a bar.

Weapons and Skills

Standard Weapon
Freddie doesn't really need a weapon, per se. He is only a humble bartender. He does, however keep a standard Smith and Wesson revolver in his trouser pocket, in case there's a bar fight, the mob find some reason to threaten him, or some crazy homophobic/sociopathic hick discovers his secret.

Skills

• Mixologist- Freddie claims to be the 'King of Cosmopolitans.' He is very adept at mixing drinks, as he has been doing it for 5 years. He also claims he can make a slow gin fizz, blindfolded, in under 30 seconds. That's a lie.
• Bard- Freddie can weave a very impressive tale or two, and tell it whith such intensity, that even if it was about the day he flew on a unicorn, one might belive it. This also means that he is a very, very good liar.
• Engineer- He spent his days in university training to be an engineer, he knows lots about can machines, and how they work.

Strengths

• Handy with a pistol
• Being a neutral party, he is often underestimated
• Engineering degree
• Brilliant mixologist

Weaknesses

• Low willpower
• Tends to think with his heart more than his head
• Afraid of bloody violence
• Hopeless optimist, he fails to see when he needs to be serious

What I Waste My Time With

Hobbies

• Attempting to playing the trumpet
• Visiting museums and art galleries
• Critiquing the dress sense of his co-workers and clientele
• Playing vintage video games (e.g. Tetris, Earthbound et al.)

Likes

• Jazz music (more specific Cab Calloway and Miles Davis)
• Fantasy novels
• Birds, he has a pet Canary
• Holidaying in Europe

Dislikes

• The 'trash' they play at the club (pop music)
• His millionare entrepreneur sister
• Sad stories of any kind
• Uptight people

What I'm Really Like
Freddie, to those who have met him at the Rio Nightlife, is a slightly spoiled young man, but he is very charming and business-like, always finding time to help out his customers. He tries to cut back on the bill if they are unstatisfied with the club, or talk to those who are going through a rough patch.

In actuallity, he really couldn't care less about the customers, or how spoiled he appeared. In actuality, he couldn't care less about life. Freddie is free-spirited, optimistic, and rather too laid-back for his own good. He always tries to lighten the mood if it's 'gettin' a little to heavy' for him. But he cannot tell the difference between an unnecessary tense mood, or a nessecarily serious one. Only when a problem very deeply affects or annoys him, does he shut his mouth, and do what he has to.

All About My Past
Mistakes. We all make them, don't deny it. Nobody's perfect. I'm not, you're not, nor are Eric Montague and Blanche Osgood. She had a perfectly wonderful life, a devoted banker for a husband, a happy daughter Katie, and a very latge fortune in the bank. But than came Eric Montague, a handsome young archeologist. He seduced Blanche, and they had a whirlwind romance. The flames of passion gave off a bigger, richer juicer fruit than they could ever imagine. The rewards were a burden, and joy. A blessing, and a curse. A little baby boy, Fredrick Anton. When Blanche told Eric the news, he vowed if it were within his power, he would do everything he could to help the baby, and his poor, poor mother. But the very next day, the bounder escaped his mistakes, upped and left, fled the scene of the crime. Unfortunately, this caused Blanche to confess her sins to her husband. He wasn't thrilled.

Throughout Freddie's childhood, his father refused to regarde him as a human being, his sister was kind to him (in the way an arrogant, ignorant toff is to a pauper,) but his mother loved him a bit too much, too tenderly, treating him more like a China doll. Especially after Walter, his father, beat him, which was more often than not. As he grew up, it was evident that he bore a striking resemblance to his cad of a father. He even acted like his father, wich scared Blanche sometimes. Walter sent him to a second-rate school, left him at home when they went out all night, and ignored him on special days, like his birthday.

Everyone knew Freddie was different. He odviously bore no resembelence to his step-father, he almost never went to church with the family, but worst of all, when he was 13, people started to notice the he looked more at the boys in his class than girls. They noticed he was probably homosexual. That was it, the final straw with Walter, who went insane and drove himself off a cliff. Freddie thought his nightmare was over, but he was bullied. But he knew that there was some way for him to fit in. In university, when he was studying to become an engineer, there was a party, and the bartender was having car trouble, and couldn't get there. So Freddie stepped in. And found he was rather good with drinks. He decided when he graduated, until he could find a job, he would be a bartender.

But he never found a job. He got to carried away with the life of a mixologist. When he was 25, he took his mother to New York with him, to settle down and start a new life. He found a job, at a club called Rio Nightlife, and became pretty good at what he did. Even the mafiosos knew they could trust him, he certainly made a name for himself.

My Blood

• Walter Osgood, step-father, deceased
• Eric Charlie Montague, archeologist, 45
• Blanche Philipa Osgood, cleaner, 50
• Katie Fiona Sarah Osgood, philanthropist, 31

Relasionships
(Not really sure what to put here)
N/A

Other/Theme Song
Give Me The Simple Life- Ella Fitzgerald