Hmm, I'm going to tweak Bard's personality and backstory a bit. I've discovered it's hard to play a party boy.
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Six Hours Ago
Derrick couldn't stop looking at himself as he gazed into the mirror. A long overdue haircut had been ordered as he realized that it could only hold him back, the Multiplex clone yanking on it raising the first red flag. All that was left was a simple buzzcut, the fallen hair being swept up and mailed to a charity. The good cause only softening the blow slightly, not enough to take the pain away but enough not to lose sleep over. Adjusting to the change would take some time but hell, he had a lot of that. Speaking of which it was time to go, Gotham was a ways away. Derrick left the bathroom after running his hands through his hair one more time before he grabbed his stuff. A duffle bag filled with about a weeks worth of clothes, a wallet with all his current savings, and The Axe which was slung over his shoulder. The goodbye was quiet, all the words having been spoke not that long ago. No, the small family just hugged for a long while. It was time for baby bird to leave the nest.
"Gloves? Check. Jacket? Check. Helmet? Check. Keys? Check." Derrick ran through his mental checklist as he set Iron Maiden up to leave, the old hog had barely been ridden since Mom gave up the gang so many years ago and it was a miracle that it ran as well as it did. She would need a check up sooner or later but the ol' gal would get Derrick to Gotham in no time. Iron Maiden's engine roared as he peeled out towards Gotham, the horizon holding his destiny.
Present
A deep rumble heralded Derrick's arrival. the Iron Maiden gave a groan as he pulled up to a stop, she would need a brake after this. Stepping off Derrick began to stretch the stiffness the long ride gave him out of his body. Before he entered the gym however his eyes were to a very different beast, the Al Camino someone else had driven. A whistle sang out as he scoped it out, a truly beautiful machine. After ogling the car for a bit Derrick entered the gym and heard the same speech everyone else did, which posed an odd problem for Derrick. He'd dropped out of school when money got a little too tight, instead getting a job and helped to keep the family afloat. When the time came where his contributions weren't needed anymore Derrick just never thought to go back, instead just cutting back to part time and playing for whoever would pay him.
Deciding to save that topic of discussion for another time, Derrick just kept his mouth shut and walked up to his suit. In all honesty it was pretty kickass, must have been pretty expensive. Taking it all into a changing room Derrick began change, taking a couple minutes before exiting a new man. Everything was tactical in its simplicity, iron capped boots, black jeans he doubted were made of denim, a dark grey skintight long sleeved shirt, studded gloves, and a helmet looked more at home on a knight then his frame. Putting on his leather jacket for extra flair, Derrick looked ready to stop anything. Grabbing The Axe by the neck, Derrick joined everyone else on the main floor and took everything in. A little out of his element Derrick decided to lay low and wait for further instructions since Luchador seems to have things handled on the high spirits department.
Derrick couldn't stop looking at himself as he gazed into the mirror. A long overdue haircut had been ordered as he realized that it could only hold him back, the Multiplex clone yanking on it raising the first red flag. All that was left was a simple buzzcut, the fallen hair being swept up and mailed to a charity. The good cause only softening the blow slightly, not enough to take the pain away but enough not to lose sleep over. Adjusting to the change would take some time but hell, he had a lot of that. Speaking of which it was time to go, Gotham was a ways away. Derrick left the bathroom after running his hands through his hair one more time before he grabbed his stuff. A duffle bag filled with about a weeks worth of clothes, a wallet with all his current savings, and The Axe which was slung over his shoulder. The goodbye was quiet, all the words having been spoke not that long ago. No, the small family just hugged for a long while. It was time for baby bird to leave the nest.
"Gloves? Check. Jacket? Check. Helmet? Check. Keys? Check." Derrick ran through his mental checklist as he set Iron Maiden up to leave, the old hog had barely been ridden since Mom gave up the gang so many years ago and it was a miracle that it ran as well as it did. She would need a check up sooner or later but the ol' gal would get Derrick to Gotham in no time. Iron Maiden's engine roared as he peeled out towards Gotham, the horizon holding his destiny.
Present
A deep rumble heralded Derrick's arrival. the Iron Maiden gave a groan as he pulled up to a stop, she would need a brake after this. Stepping off Derrick began to stretch the stiffness the long ride gave him out of his body. Before he entered the gym however his eyes were to a very different beast, the Al Camino someone else had driven. A whistle sang out as he scoped it out, a truly beautiful machine. After ogling the car for a bit Derrick entered the gym and heard the same speech everyone else did, which posed an odd problem for Derrick. He'd dropped out of school when money got a little too tight, instead getting a job and helped to keep the family afloat. When the time came where his contributions weren't needed anymore Derrick just never thought to go back, instead just cutting back to part time and playing for whoever would pay him.
Deciding to save that topic of discussion for another time, Derrick just kept his mouth shut and walked up to his suit. In all honesty it was pretty kickass, must have been pretty expensive. Taking it all into a changing room Derrick began change, taking a couple minutes before exiting a new man. Everything was tactical in its simplicity, iron capped boots, black jeans he doubted were made of denim, a dark grey skintight long sleeved shirt, studded gloves, and a helmet looked more at home on a knight then his frame. Putting on his leather jacket for extra flair, Derrick looked ready to stop anything. Grabbing The Axe by the neck, Derrick joined everyone else on the main floor and took everything in. A little out of his element Derrick decided to lay low and wait for further instructions since Luchador seems to have things handled on the high spirits department.
Alias: Bard
Age: 19
Home Location: Bludhaven
Powers:
Music is Magic- So far Derrick can only release his magic by playing The Axe in certain ways.
Iron Will- Derrick isn't one to just give up anything without a fight, his determination keeping him awake through the harshest beat downs and all but the best psionics out of his head.
Weaknesses:
Strong but Unskilled- Derrick has great magical potential, his basic spells packing quiet the punch. However they are easily countered by more experienced magic users.
Wild Child- Because of his inexperience Derrick can't efficiently use his magic, tiring him out quickly.
Equipment:The Axe. A guitar given to him by a one "Uncle Scratch". It is far more durable than it has any right to be and slightly heavier than you would expect but it's magical origins make it the perfect channel for the young mages abilities.
Notebook of Arcane Lore- Another gift from Uncle Scratch, this large notebook contains written spells, notes on magic, and little doodles. While only visibly carrying a hundred or so pages within it actually carries somewhere along several thousand.
Personality: "Don't cling to pain. Don't expect happiness. Don't fear loss. Accept reality as it is. Enjoy the good. Endure the bad. Don't make a big deal out of anything. Be selfless, and unconditionally kind and just, without ever expecting a reward. We're all going to end up as piles of dust, so why not be nice to each other and get those pleasant fuzzies?"
Password: Gnarkk
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"bang, Bang, BANG!" the shots rang out in his head, the same sound Derrick had been hearing on repeat for several days now, the only wound that stayed fresh. The bruises and scrapes had already healed, it wasn't like that was the first time Derrick had ever been beat up, but death? That was new. He remembers bashing several of the Multiplexs on the head before getting overwhelmed and beaten down, nothing too bad but it left him helpless to do anything else.
He blacked out for awhile, no more than a couple minutes but it was enough. Robin was dead and one of his "teammates" was on his way too. With nothing but a prayer and a dollar -twenty five he got the kid an ambulance and saw him off, getting left with questioning.
"What the hell were you doing out here with that kid?" asked the cop, "Nothing officer, just found him like that." Derrick replied, deadpan and sour.
"Then how do you explain looking like you were on the loosing end of a bar fight?", the cop was losing patience quickly. Completely blank face, Derrick said "I tripped." And on it went for awhile until he was dismissed. The cops not getting anything useful out of him.
Now, several days later, Derrick sat on the roof and just watched the skyline. Honestly he didn't feel much right now, his anger and anguish spent. "So much for superhero's." He said to no one but the Bludhaven air.
@The Kid Lantern
Aaaand done, Bard is ready for GM review.
Aaaand done, Bard is ready for GM review.
With the clever use of a towel stuffed at the foot of her door, Freya's sleep remained undisturbed until hunger awoke her with its biting. With a yawn, a stretch, and several pops of her back she was as awake as one could be after a long patrol, she had barely gotten out of her armor before flopping onto her mattress midday the day before. With a sigh of content she began to take stock of herself and begin her day. No wounds to take care off, armor doesn't need to be repaired, a wash was definitely in order, and a jug of wine sat on a shelf nearby. Everything was right in the world, until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and the nightmare came flooding back. Her hair had gotten burnt, unfixably so. With a forlorn sigh Freya grabbed a dagger and went about the horrible work.
About an hour later Freya stood in a pile of her fiery red hair, her once flowing locks struck down. With a sigh she sweeped the pile into a corner and grabbed a small rag, wetting it in a fresh bowl of water before giving herself a scrub down. Within minutes over a months worth of dirt, grime, and stress was cleaned away. It had nothing on a nice dip in a hot spring, but it would do. Putting on some new clothes and downing a large cup of wine, Freya decided real food was in order. As expected the food wasn't the best thing she'd had but after a patrol anything that wasn't dried meat was heavenly. She noticed D'Orion fretting with some of the newer meat and decided not to get involved, instead enjoying the food in front of her and making a mental note to go to the Scarlet Dragon sometime.
@The Kid Lantern
Alright, set him up to be the token mage of the group. I'll hold back on finishing the bio until I get a clear idea of what I want and hold off on the sample until your character gets laid down.
Alright, set him up to be the token mage of the group. I'll hold back on finishing the bio until I get a clear idea of what I want and hold off on the sample until your character gets laid down.
@The Kid Lantern
Eyy you got it! Didn't think anyone would get the reference, anyway I can accept the god thing. Can we compromise with having magic? The idea I had for him would have the guitar and music acting as his channel, without those two the magic would just run wild(er). Maybe be the teams go-to guy for magical matters in the future?
Eyy you got it! Didn't think anyone would get the reference, anyway I can accept the god thing. Can we compromise with having magic? The idea I had for him would have the guitar and music acting as his channel, without those two the magic would just run wild(er). Maybe be the teams go-to guy for magical matters in the future?
@Kalas
Since I've been looking at this screen for awhile now and can't find anything to write about I've decided that I cannot use Oscar Mike. I've fallen out of love and must craft something new. I shall return.
Since I've been looking at this screen for awhile now and can't find anything to write about I've decided that I cannot use Oscar Mike. I've fallen out of love and must craft something new. I shall return.
All right, got the base done, I just need to do the bio and sample post and then I'm gold.
@Kalas
I should get a post up tomorrow, sometime. I might get distracted so it could come later.
I should get a post up tomorrow, sometime. I might get distracted so it could come later.
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