ErsatzEmperor
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8 yrs ago
And an early Happy Christmas to you.
9 yrs ago
If you like all of the necessary ingredients, pastry and all, why not just make the pie? So many questions.
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9 yrs ago
...How in the heavens do you make soup out of a pie?
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9 yrs ago
Fireworks are fine and all, but why do they have to be so bright, colourful and loud?
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9 yrs ago
See, I always pronounced Nutella based on how it was spelt. Noot-telly. Is that wrong?
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Majorly, MAJORLY work-in-progress stuff here, you see. W.I.P.
DrewVonAwesome said
Its fine, at this point I just need to get the RP moving.
Great.
DrewVonAwesome said
Oh crap... didn't realize you were still in this, uh... hmm. Defiently not keeping two lanterns for this, one lantern, even underpowered, can be a god modding machine if kept unchecked. Two... might as well pack it in villains.Zombiechum if you're willing would you maybe consider another character? I'm letting automaton keep his because he was in the interest check. I'd be glad to help if maybe you don't know many other characters in the DC or Marvel universe.As for the RP itself, its ready for the most part but I need to talk to Black Panther first. Plot related thing, this RP should be started tomorrow night. After I get done partying.
How's Robin, mate? I'll scrub him up if you want.
Howdie Haw! Just popping in. I'll finish the important details when I get back later; just stating my intentions.
Real name: Timothy Jackson Drake
Alias: Robin
Age: 15
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Tim is a normal human. He hurts the same, feels the same and dies the same as a mortal human being of his age and physique. That is, however, where the similarities stop.
Tutorred by Batman in combat/martial arts, acrobatics, criminology, deduction and stealth, this mini-Batman is exactly that. Coupled with his own utility belt crammed with useful gadgets (e.g. birdarangs, grapnel gun, smoke pellets, non-lethal explosive charges, tracking devices, respitory aids, medical equipment, etc) and armed with a collapsable bo staff, Tim is a highly competent fighter, rarely needing to resort to unarmed fisticuffs at all.
In advance of this, Tim is exceptionally gifted intellectually, capable of detailed strategising and tactical planning.
Brief bio:
As a child, Tim Drake was an avid fan of the Flying Graysons - a circus act exclusive to the Haly's Travelling Circus. He idolised the three acrobats, none more so than Dick Grayson. He had posters dedicated to the group, was a frequent ticket holder and had immeasurable quantities of videos dedicated to the group's best performances. When the senior members of the Flying Graysons' lives were cut short mid performance, Bruce Wayne of all people adopting the child, Tim was left with a hole in his being. When reports of a 'Robin' appearing with the mysterious Batman flooded in, Drake barely paid any notice. Until he watched the boy in action, that was. The boy was, without question, the same that Tim had adored in years prior.
The summersaults. Those kicks. That smile. There was no question - Robin was Dick Grayson.
Following up on this theory and deducing The Batman's identity took time, but eventually he confronted the Billionaire at his Manor. While initially seeming reticent, sharing a caper involving Two-Face softened Bruce up. He offered to train the boy, who's ambition had evolved into working alongside him. Two years later and the boy is close to the peak of his abilities and is a member of the Teen Titans. This could all be about to change.
Real name: Timothy Jackson Drake
Alias: Robin
Age: 15
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Tim is a normal human. He hurts the same, feels the same and dies the same as a mortal human being of his age and physique. That is, however, where the similarities stop.
Tutorred by Batman in combat/martial arts, acrobatics, criminology, deduction and stealth, this mini-Batman is exactly that. Coupled with his own utility belt crammed with useful gadgets (e.g. birdarangs, grapnel gun, smoke pellets, non-lethal explosive charges, tracking devices, respitory aids, medical equipment, etc) and armed with a collapsable bo staff, Tim is a highly competent fighter, rarely needing to resort to unarmed fisticuffs at all.
In advance of this, Tim is exceptionally gifted intellectually, capable of detailed strategising and tactical planning.
Brief bio:
As a child, Tim Drake was an avid fan of the Flying Graysons - a circus act exclusive to the Haly's Travelling Circus. He idolised the three acrobats, none more so than Dick Grayson. He had posters dedicated to the group, was a frequent ticket holder and had immeasurable quantities of videos dedicated to the group's best performances. When the senior members of the Flying Graysons' lives were cut short mid performance, Bruce Wayne of all people adopting the child, Tim was left with a hole in his being. When reports of a 'Robin' appearing with the mysterious Batman flooded in, Drake barely paid any notice. Until he watched the boy in action, that was. The boy was, without question, the same that Tim had adored in years prior.
The summersaults. Those kicks. That smile. There was no question - Robin was Dick Grayson.
Following up on this theory and deducing The Batman's identity took time, but eventually he confronted the Billionaire at his Manor. While initially seeming reticent, sharing a caper involving Two-Face softened Bruce up. He offered to train the boy, who's ambition had evolved into working alongside him. Two years later and the boy is close to the peak of his abilities and is a member of the Teen Titans. This could all be about to change.
Okay... I think we're starting to take this a little too seriously. I think I need to walk away from this for a bit.
DeathstrokeSW said
I decided to join but I don't want another assassin type. I deal best with heroes who can kill or villains. Really, Antihero tendencies. So, with that said, I like Eddie Brock but Spidey seems too early to have Venom right off the bat. Is Frank Castle available? And finally help would be appreciated.
Well, Frank-ay is certainly available now. Set it up and I'll look it over.
What's with all the love for Zauriel all of a sudden? I hadn't even heard of the character a year ago...
thatguy said
So good news, I'm working on Ghost Rider's app It is on the 3rd page if you want to view it. I've decided on a route I want to take with this character, and to make sure I don't attack any people of faith I'd like to apologize in advance once I start my story.I'm apologizing because faith will play a heavy hand, from different religions to the apocalypse.
As long as you remain respectful of people of religious faith in your handling of these 'characters'(is that the PC word that I should be using here?) I can't see any problem. Like Rade said, I did accept you and have been holding out for a post from you but I'm going to chalk that up to the overall slow start we have endured and am more than happy to review your app.
DeathstrokeSW said
What? With Eobard set to appear ON TV, the time for going in REVERSE is now. Just be glad nobody brought up the CSA
TV? What? Like, Arrow?
Google-Assisted Edit: The Flash is getting a TV show? How did I miss this development?!
The suit looks like barf...
Let's kick this back up to eleven, guys!
(This is a sample post, guise!)
The Chemotech Industrial Plant
Distribution floor B
"You made a big mistake coming here, Hero! A big mistake! Just turn back and leave. Leave before I lose it with you."
"Boss, I see hi--"
THWIPPP!
A sharp clang resonates from the corner of the large room. The large metal box these criminals had taken refuge in was beginning to inspire claustrophobia in a few of the underlings and, to their employer's chagrin, many restless trigger-fingers. On their master's orders, a few of the gunmen jump down from a walkway and check around the source of the commotion. Their fleeting search brings up no further clues. The more confident of the trio attempts to settle the conflict.
"There's nothing down here, Sir. Something must have fell or somethi--"
"Wha--!"
"--Ughh!"
The three are silenced in quick succession. A worrying display for the engineer of this heist.
"What's going on down there?! Get me eyes on the ground!"
"You heard the Boss. Move!", an over-zealous conspirator chimes. Before he can take a breath however, he disappears. Scattered into the ether with a piercing and ever fading yelp. This much is seen by an assembly of four a few feet away.
"He just vanished Boss!"
"Shit..."
"Oh Christ! What if it's the Bat!"
"Pull yourselves together! You girls are armed to the teeth. You're killers! Straight up. You outnumber whoever the hell this is eight to one. You can easily handle whoever this cape is. Suck it up!"
"I didn't sign up for this! I'm out!"
"Oh-fa-Christ's... Get out of here then!"
THWIII-THWIIPPP!
"Two men down Boss!"
"Shoot something!!"
THWIPPP!
"Wicks is gone! Th-there's no-one here, Sir. No body or nuthin'! I coulda swore I coul--"
CRAASHH!!!
The fallen man, having smashed into a number of barrels, signals a position to the others. Converging at an adjacent corner, the remaining four aim their automatic guns blindly through the narrow space made by the towering shelves. Rather than ripping the wall to pieces as expected though, the bullets seemingly go straight through it, or disappear altogether. There wasn't a sound made to indicate that they had hit anything at all. One man stops to examine the barrel of his gun. Upon raising his head however, he sees none of the original group. Not a soul.
"Hey buddy! Did you lose these?" can be heard softly from the walkway above, pre-emptive of a visceral scream that cuts at the darkness. The mastermind of the situation comes to the realisation that he is the last man standing. He was getting out of there now. Turning to run, he's stopped by the appearance of a single man.
"Burn!!" He shouts in retaliation, firing up his flame-thrower and letting it loose against the unknown assailant. "Burn?!" He stops. The image was gone, perhaps only an after image of the crusader in red. He turns to a fist flying towards his jaw, unimpeded by the laws of physics and of men. With a limp clod, the armoured criminal, Heatwave fell to the floor, out cold.
"Take some time to cool-off," laughed The Flash. "Now, let's clean this up..."
THWIPPP!
The Chemotech Industrial Plant
Distribution floor B
"You made a big mistake coming here, Hero! A big mistake! Just turn back and leave. Leave before I lose it with you."
"Boss, I see hi--"
THWIPPP!
A sharp clang resonates from the corner of the large room. The large metal box these criminals had taken refuge in was beginning to inspire claustrophobia in a few of the underlings and, to their employer's chagrin, many restless trigger-fingers. On their master's orders, a few of the gunmen jump down from a walkway and check around the source of the commotion. Their fleeting search brings up no further clues. The more confident of the trio attempts to settle the conflict.
"There's nothing down here, Sir. Something must have fell or somethi--"
"Wha--!"
"--Ughh!"
The three are silenced in quick succession. A worrying display for the engineer of this heist.
"What's going on down there?! Get me eyes on the ground!"
"You heard the Boss. Move!", an over-zealous conspirator chimes. Before he can take a breath however, he disappears. Scattered into the ether with a piercing and ever fading yelp. This much is seen by an assembly of four a few feet away.
"He just vanished Boss!"
"Shit..."
"Oh Christ! What if it's the Bat!"
"Pull yourselves together! You girls are armed to the teeth. You're killers! Straight up. You outnumber whoever the hell this is eight to one. You can easily handle whoever this cape is. Suck it up!"
"I didn't sign up for this! I'm out!"
"Oh-fa-Christ's... Get out of here then!"
THWIII-THWIIPPP!
"Two men down Boss!"
"Shoot something!!"
THWIPPP!
"Wicks is gone! Th-there's no-one here, Sir. No body or nuthin'! I coulda swore I coul--"
CRAASHH!!!
The fallen man, having smashed into a number of barrels, signals a position to the others. Converging at an adjacent corner, the remaining four aim their automatic guns blindly through the narrow space made by the towering shelves. Rather than ripping the wall to pieces as expected though, the bullets seemingly go straight through it, or disappear altogether. There wasn't a sound made to indicate that they had hit anything at all. One man stops to examine the barrel of his gun. Upon raising his head however, he sees none of the original group. Not a soul.
"Hey buddy! Did you lose these?" can be heard softly from the walkway above, pre-emptive of a visceral scream that cuts at the darkness. The mastermind of the situation comes to the realisation that he is the last man standing. He was getting out of there now. Turning to run, he's stopped by the appearance of a single man.
"Burn!!" He shouts in retaliation, firing up his flame-thrower and letting it loose against the unknown assailant. "Burn?!" He stops. The image was gone, perhaps only an after image of the crusader in red. He turns to a fist flying towards his jaw, unimpeded by the laws of physics and of men. With a limp clod, the armoured criminal, Heatwave fell to the floor, out cold.
"Take some time to cool-off," laughed The Flash. "Now, let's clean this up..."
THWIPPP!
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