Gardevoiran

The Narrow Path

Stride finishes his purchase as he looks at your warhammer, giving it an odd look. He turns to the lady behind the counter and begins to talk. "Ma'am, this Warhammer is scratched."

"It's only a tiny scratch on the end, it'll be okay."

"I'm not talkin' about how it'll be 'okay', I'm takin' 'bout the value of it. You're sellin' this thing fer... how much?"

"About three-hundred silver."

"Three-hundred silver? For a scratched up warhammer?"

"Y-yes...?"

"My friend 'ere is of the highest class in the neighborin' town, and he has lawyers. And those lawyers have lawyers. If this man dies in my presence, I will personally see it fit that this establishment gets bankrupt because you sold my man a less-than-amicable warhammer."

"B-but it's only a scratch!"

"A scratch on the surface, maybe, but that must've meant it was mishandled, which can lead to wear-and-tear on the handle. That's a potential injury and settlement waitin' to happen, unless you sell it for a more appropriate price instead of the three-hundred silver you're supposing we can just drop here."

"I-I guess you're right. H-how much do you want for it?"

"Two-hundred twenty-five."

"Yessir."

Stride looks over to you as he waits for you to hand the nice lady the cash she requires.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Kyoshi - Goodbyes

[@Everyone involved with the Minutemen right now because I forget who exactly]@yoshua171

Kyoshi's platform fell to the ground as she heard Furnace arrive, handling the situation completely. She tried to listen, but it wasn't working for her. She really didn't care enough at this point to care. She had the worst case scenario phone call happen two minutes ago, and she was just... just tired. Tired of explosions, tired of life, tired of the costume, she just wanted to... to...

The teen began to walk along the sidewalk as she attempted to wipe the dripping mascara away from her face. She needed to go home, her dad needed to talk to her. Tapping into her communicator once more, she spoke with a wavy tone as she held back more tears. "G-guys... I gotta go... K-Kirb has my number if you guys need me..."

Turning off her communicator for what seemed like the last time, Kyoshi wandered back home with the sadness on her face and the agony in her heart.

Strangers of Mist - M

Magdalene stepped into the dining room of the hotel to see that three of the guests had already arrived onto the scene, and it seemed like a surprisingly uncommon group of people at best. At least, they seemed like the people that wouldn't hang out normally, indicating this must've been some form of control group that was taken. Interesting.

The man that was present looked and acted more like a deranged druggie than a man, but no signs of frequent drug use were present on his figure, at least none of which you'd be able to see off the bat. There was also his hair being more akin to feathers, but that could just be bad care of the individual's hair. That's sad. He probably needs some good shampoo and conditioner so his hair can become healthy again.

There was the lady who- oh for God's sake, people eat there, you know! She looked like she'd been in less desirable situations than Magdalene, but made it through every single one of them with... less-than-fortunate results. Still, she had that punk-rock 'I don't care' vibe to her, so that was something she had going for her. She pulled it off well, too. Maybe she'd open up to the group as they figured out what the hell is going on.

Then there was the platinum blonde woman. Damn her legs were long, and it made Magdalene just a hair jealous. Man, did she wish she had legs like that. It'd be a lot better than this scar that riddled her face and the eyepatch she was wearing. Then again, anything would be better than that except death, she guessed. Anyway, she was definitely attractive, but completely out of Magdalene's league, so there wasn't gonna be anything there probably.

The doctor walked over to a chair beside the platinum blonde as she sat down, raising her hand to cover her scar as she waited patiently for the remaining group. She didn't know what to say right now... what could you say right now, anyway? 'Oh hey, I'm Magdalene, how's life been, aside from the, y'know, kidnapping and shit?' Seemed kind of awkward to do something like that, to be completely honest.

The Narrow Path

"I heard through connections she learned from the best of Hell. How true is that statement, mister Toby?" Stride grabs a few empty spell tomes as he makes his way towards the front desk, preparing to purchase them in pursuits of enchanting them to cast specific spells. He also grabs a few trinkets on his way out, just in case he wanted something new to wear or use.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

The Iron Lobster

The age-old leader of a band of pirates, the Iron Lobster is a narcissistic and cruel man. It has been fortold that him and his crew used to sail the seas on their vessel, raiding every sort of boat that was unfortunate enough to fall within their reaches. The plundered loot was all sent back to West Santa Destroy, in attempts to compile their horde as high as it can in pursuits of being some of the richest people alive, even enough to buy the entirety of a continent to make theirs.

Lobster himself is an expert sword-fighter, relying on hit-and-run strategies to achieve a victory while using brute strength to absorb blows if it got past armor. While lacking in special moves or any abilities of the supernatural variety, Lobster makes up for it with his physical capabilities as he alone was told to have had wrestled a kraken and won. His beam scimitar is a highly-valuable weapon capable of quite a lot, but it requires sufficient skill to use, which Lobster also has. The man also carries around his trusted flintlock, capable of shooting bullets that would make the military blush with envy.

His mooks are simple pirates, armed with flintlocks and normal sabers. They don't carry a lot of firepower, and they aren't resilient, but there is a considerable amount of them to have to fight through.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro@Eklispe

Kendall Banks

Name: Kendall Banks
Alias: Mastar
Age: 14
Alignment: Anti-Hero
Loyalty: Independent, but desires greatly to join the PRT.
Appearance: Standing at a shorter 4'6" with a lithe frame and longer legs, Kendall is more or less just your average looking girl. There's nothing particularly unique and interesting about her aside from her odd apparel choices, which always consists of a long sleeved top and bottom in some form or another. Her hair is an interesting pinkish-orange, which is interesting considering how it feels completely natural and is treated natural by the majority of hair stylists and doctors.

In action, her outfit takes on a more sleek approach as she dons on a black bodysuit, complete with a cloak draped over her shoulders and back, and with her face obscured by a layer of tar, forming a rather sinister and demonic face.
History:

Convenience

An uninteresting life for an uninteresting girl, Kendall's family was always bordering on the lower-middle class of the economy. Despite that, her parents managed to get through with their little girl as easily as they could, even if they worked long hours into the night from the break of dawn, hardly with days off. It was all in an effort to keep their family fine and their little girl happy and content, which she was quite often. She didn't have a lot of time to spend with them, but she was taught early on to take care of herself in her house while her parents were away.

On her 13th birthday, however, things were a bit different in her house. That was a school day for her, but she had recently come down with a case of the flu. As a sort of early birthday present, Kendall's parents said she could stay home from school in order to recover while her parents took the later half of the day off so she could spend the rest of the day with them. They both still had to work, unfortunately, because they had recently spent their days off concerning themselves with the situation of their daughter, but they promised to return to Kendall as fast as they could.

What follows below is a retelling of that day.

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Afflicted with a fever of near 103 degrees Fahrenheit, Kendall sat within the confines of her bed, shivering away at the seemingly cold air around her. Her body was expelling the heat from it at a pace she couldn't comprehend, and she was absolutely swamped for that day. She waited for the medicine to take effect, though she felt her body continue to get worse and worse as she waited, but the medicine was taken in a terrible way. She had nothing to use as fuel for the medicine, and she had taken the entirety of the substances in a short time span. Every minute that passed was another minute that made her stomach squirm and churn, the acidic bile from within bubbling up and singeing the bottom of her esophagus. She felt like a demon was inside her and it needed to be expelled from within, no matter what cost.

Slugging her way to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for support, Kendall proceeded to kneel over the bathtub and simply rest on it before she felt something within her char the bottom of her esophagus before rocketing out of Kendalls throat into the bathtub. At first, it was the standard color of vomit, but as time continued, it slowly grew more and more into a pool. As the concern of Kendall rose at how much she was throwing up, the more she missed her parents and wanted them there. At that point, she noticed the pool of bile begin to blacken, and not before long, it was the color of solid ink. Kendall felt the absence of a leg as she looked down, noticing the incredibly small pool of tar below her knee where her leg was supposed to be. Wiping the tarry substance from her mouth and chin, the girl realized she needed to call someone, anyone, before she curled up in a pool of what she was throwing up and died. She had lost her leg, she didn't need to lose anything else in this tar.

Crawling through the bathroom and halls of her apartment, Kendall managed to make it to the one phone in the house before calling 911 and having an ambulance come rushing to her apartment complex, taking account of the gallons of bile, tar, and other fluids as they shipped her to the nearest hospital they could, identifying the girl in critical condition due to the loss of her entire left leg and her right hand.

It was a miracle she even survived the ordeal, given the situation.

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A PRT Official came quickly to the hospital to assess the girl in her situation, noticing the tarlike substance that formed around her stunted waist and wrist as it regrew back into the shape of the respective body parts that once existed. Contact with Kendall's parents were made as they were informed of their child's new physician and doctor, instructed to be the only one who treats Kendall under most circumstances.

Since that day, Kendall's found ways to explore her power while still acting as an independent hero. She's currently afraid of going to the PRT with an offer to join the Wards as she's currently still trying to find herself and Mastar, but she does hope that one day she's able to join up with their ranks and be that much closer to her personal heroes.

Personality

Motivations: Fortune and Glory, friend. Fortune and Glory.
Sexuality: Bicurious
Likes:

• Water
• Baths
• Showers
• Hugs
• Blue Colors
• Painting

Dislikes:

• Controlling Animals
• Smoking
• Red Meat
• Fire
• Bedtimes
• Hospitals

Derangement: Much like tar, Kendall is very quick to become attached to people and will fight to the absolute end in order to remain being attached with those people, even to the point where she will arrest control of an individual trying to remove her from the situation she is in to rid them of involvement. She's also frequently thirsty, and downs water bottles incredibly fast pretty often. Lastly, she has been known to vomit tar for no real reason, which is... odd, but she's managed to keep it down under lock so nobody notices her secret.

Parahumanism

Skills: Cooking, drinking bottles of water, painting, playing video games, cleaning for non-combat skills. As for combat, Kendall knows a bit of fistfighting in addition to being able to hold and fire a gun (not accurately, however).
Classification: Breaker / Master / Changer (Sub-Mover and Shaker)
Details: Kendall is able to completely transform her body into a tar and manipulate it to her wishes. The tar that makes up Kendall's body is unique, allowing her the ability to mind control organisms through a psychic link if enough of the substance is ingested into the individual's body, and possesses a regenerative quality to it that allows it to reform into matching Kendall's non-tar mass over time, with a small supply of sirplus tar contained within unknown areas, likely in a barrel somewhere. The tar is hydrophobic, and it can allow for Kendall to alter her physical form in order to create disguises or illusions, or possibly because she desires to just change how she looks.
Limitations: Kendall cannot absorb tar that is not specific to her power, and she cannot create more tar without causing significant harm to her physical body by means of amputation, which if done properly, results in more tar stored for Kendall to have access to should she care to change her form. Additionally, she can only manipulate her form to fit within the physical limits of her mass unless she has more tar on hand to work with.

The tar that Kendall controls is regenerative after a specific point, in which enough of Kendall's mass has been separated from her form and cannot be retrieved, or significant damage has been done to Kendall's body. The regeneration is at a fixed rate of a pound per minute, and the minimum separation weight for initiation is 20 pounds. As the tar regenerates, all other tar away from Kendall's body reverts to a docile state where it can be re-obtained by people who are not Kendall and stored for later use, but if it comes into contact with Kendall it will just be re-assimilated into her form.

As for her Master limits, Kendall can only give simple commands to those she is controlling, and the duration of the control matters with how much tar the person has consumed. Normally, anything less than a cup would have very little effect, only stretching to a minor and short headache, but anything above a cup results in the individual being controlled for at least thirty seconds. The more tar someone drinks, the longer the duration is. There are no real limits to range and or people afflicted, as the tar can be ingested by dozens and it would all have the same effect, however the duration for affliction is shortened greatly after more than 4 people controlled at once. When the effects ware off on the individual, they will violently regurgitate the tar that they have consumed.
Equipment: (To be filled out at a later date)

It's still a bit of a WIP, namely the equipment section, so please note that.

Edit - Alignment and limitations.
Edit2 - Amputation for Accumulation, Master Specifics, and History Tweak

The Narrow Path

"... I dunno much about girls, but maybe she's seein' somethin' in ye that she doesn't see in other people. That's how I'm intepretin' it, anyhow." Stride comments as he picks up a sword off the wall, feeling its weight before shaking his head and putting it back on the wall. "What's it take to get a decent blacksmith? Y'know what, don't answer that."

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Bonesword - The Lady in White

@Lazo

A whole lot of nothing eventful happened during the intermission between Dew and Bonesword's first meeting until now, aside from Charlie eating the nearby bird in one massive gulp. Honestly, even saying the word "eat" was a stretch. Bonesword knew Charlie didn't need to eat, so him eating something was rare at best, though it wasn't unheard of. It made Bonesword think every time his pet actually ate something, and that was definitely something that was able to pass the time if he was waiting around.

Then, something actually interesting happened, as the walls around the building in front of Bonesword simply disappeared, his "enemy" and a captive standing where the building once was. Additionally, his "enemy" seemed covered in all sorts of bruises and injuries. Something went down in there, for sure, and while it looked like an illusion at first, he knew that something else was awry in the world. In the Nexus, shit like that happened all the time, so this wasn't any sort of odd situation for the skeleton. At least, it wasn't any sort of situation he wasn't used to, anyway.

Charlie released a low growl at the Lady in White before Bonesword patted him on the snout, calming the beast down. "Shh Charlie, she's not a problem right now," Bonesword said before stepping forward himself to address the Lady in White. "Miss, are you participating in this tournament? If you are, I'd just like to talk for a few minutes, if that's alright with you."

The Narrow Path

"Pro'lly for the best. I was the only man ever successful in returning to Yashar after seeing the book's pages with m'own eyes. I said I had to get rid o' the cursed thing before the Order caught me snoopin' around the crypt you found it in."

The General Store is freshly opened, and the store owner stands behind the counter, ready to sell you what you need for your journey.

While browsing, Stride looks over at you. "Yer' tone changed when y'said Eve's name. Is somethin'... goin' on between y'two?"

The Narrow Path

"I know faintly about Brock and Magdalene, but the rest of yer' friends I have no association with," Stride says as he walks, pulling out a spell tome and studying it closely. "Blasted tomes. I have to rely on 'em since m'own magical ability was taken away from me. That's what happens if y'aren't prepared to meet Death, though, and she doesn't exactly like you either."