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Can I get a headcount to see who is still with us while I work on this tonight?


Prologue: The New Reich
New York City, United States



Tony Stark stood at the top of his penthouse, hands grasping behind his back onto a magazine as he looked out of the windowpane and into the Atlantic Ocean. A melancholic expression persisted on Tony’s face, replacing the normal appearance of a smirk or childish grin as a light, sorrowful breath exited his lips. There was no sound in the penthouse apartment— no music, no busy machinery, no background chatter from a television; it was a pause correlating to the rotten sort of news that he refused to think was even real. Normally his mind would be too busy to stop in a hushed moment like this; too busy with ideas and enthusiastic concepts, ludicrous designs, imaginative plots, and pompous announcements to speculate upon— but today it was not the case. Today Tony’s mind was still, an ailment that was the rarest thing that could befall the black-haired billionaire.

He hated it.

He hated it so much that he couldn’t even will the desire to wash it away with alcohol, cigarettes, or some other indulgence. He didn’t even want to be angry, a fact that made him more uncomfortable and helpless as he thought about it as he looked over the oceanic view. New York sludge hadn’t looked this appealing to him for a long, long time. Not since his parent’s death a decade ago.

His hands held a magazine that recorded his very first candid interview, a piece that took him back to a time before he was Iron Man, even before he was head of Stark International, or even completed his college course for his accreditation. The large bold letters in bright red across the header spelled out ‘SAVANT’ as a youthful visage of his face was photographed under it. It was signed personally by the author of the article in stylistic yet professional penmanship. A name that had been the cause of his rather dour mood— the first girl to call him stupid and dismiss his flirtations, the first girl he boasted he would marry when he was ten, and the girl whose life had just been threatened. Caroline Haines.

A loud ‘clank’ echoed in the room as the Iron Man suit’s faceplate closed, covering Tony’s face as his brows narrowed from underneath the helmet as he slid the magazine on the table next to him.

Going to have to give you a good thank you, Captain.

Had it not been for Captain America’s efforts he knew he might be planning a funeral instead of chasing down that sniper and by proxy, this new resurgent Red Skull. He had already had the discussion of helping the government in stopping neo-nazi efforts thus breaking his sort of ‘Superhero Switzerland’ concept he had been pushing in the past few years, but this was a whole new level of ammunition. If he needed a bigger push, there was no question that harassing his only childhood friend was going to be a big one.

“Computer, I’m going to need any available info on the shooting. You can fill me in on the way there— should only be a short skip and a hop.”

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much information that could’ve been useful. No police reports had been filled due to how absolutely recent it was, and any media speculation was just that— speculation. It was frustrating, but it was what it was and while Tony didn’t like it he knew he couldn’t be bothered all too much about it. So it left him with few options in the very small window of time he had before the would-be sniper was half-way to Canada. Said options were ones that Tony would’ve honestly preferred to leave out of it, as from his perspective it kind of damaged his pride to ask for help, especially from the government. It was probably why whenever he did consider it he decided to do it in the most ridiculously obnoxious way possible he could.

And Fury did tell him to call back when he had more “stupid questions” for him to answer.

With thrusters on and pushing himself now above the streets of New York City’, a wide smile finally formed under Tony’s face.

“Yooo, Fury! You said to call back when I had more of those stupid questions, right?”

Tony nearly chuckled as he heard what sounded like an irritated groan on the other side of the communication channels.

“This isn’t a good time, Stark.”

“Well, it looks like a good time as any considering that those friends of yours just tried to execute one of mine. You know, the ones who like swastikas and jagermeister? Yeah. I’m on approach so any information would be swell. Just point me in the general direction and this Iron Patriot will surely be thankful, promise.”

“Negative. We’ve got agents analyzing the traffic cam footage and cracking what intel we have right now.”

“I’ll drop by. See if I can’t help them crack it faster since you know, they aren’t as smart as I am. Nobody is.”

“…don’t waste my time with this Stark, SHIELD is not a platform to feed your ego.”

“It’s not boasting, colonel. It’s a fact. See you in fifteen.”
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Re-energized and back on track, Sue's CS is still on page one.




“Our enemies have right to not fear us in our current state. When leaves are weak they wither and crumble before they turn into dust; to amend this we must make them sharper than the strongest kunai and swifter than the fastest arrow or else we are not worth existing. This is fact.”







NAME
Shimura Irasaki

ALIAS
Sorrow

GENDER
Male

AGE
27

ORIGIN
Konohagakure

RANK
ANBU







APPEARANCE
A brief description of your characters appearance. Supplementary to your faceclaim/image choice.

PERSONALITY & MOTIVATIONS
How your character acts, thinks, and feels. Also what their aspirations, doubts, and so forth are.

CLAN HISTORY
The Shimura Clan is one of the oldest clans in Konoha, though it still largely plays second banana to the ruling clans such as the Uchiha, Senju, Hyuga, and Sarutobi. For most members of the clan this doesn’t inherently bother them as they find themselves more suited to doing the footwork behind the scenes of council politics— a fact that was much appreciated most recently during the war. However, their utility in the war came at great costs as they found themselves losing a great number of their clan members throughout a number of battles, operations, and incidents.

In the times since, the clan is still recovering from its significant losses. Some of the more talented members that survived such as Irasaki find themselves in a very precarious situation as they want to support the aggressive ideologies that have been suggested by the Uchiha and Hyuga clan elders yet doubt their ability to significantly contribute to a new war this soon after the old one had ended.

PERSONAL HISTORY
Character history, experiences, and life. Their home life and their academy life is a big plus. Detail as much as desired.

INFLUENCE & RELATIONS










CHAKRA NATURE
Water, Wind

SPECIAL TRAITS
General special affinities, talents, and abilities. Include your Kekkei Genkai if you have one.

FOCUS & SKILLS
A brief idea of skills your character leans toward and the like, no need to go into huge detail; needed for understanding of moderation staff for balancing issues. How does your character fight? Do they lean to Taijutsu or Ninjutsu? You get it.

EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY
General equipment used or educated with.


And that busy weekend turned into a busy thanksgiving week— my apologies to all interested parties for the delay. I’m reconvening on my notes and work with the RP right now.
Hiya, Gowi!

I'll definitely be writing a character for this, and playing them if you'll have me around. As a self-proclaimed psychonaut and student of philosophy, this particularly new idea of the VRMMORPG being less of a game and more of a new reality really intrigues me. Though, I do have one question!

I have a fair bit of experience with recreationally taking substances that messed with my perception of time, making a few minutes feel like forever (going to do something that barely took a few minutes, I'd come back and feel like I had been gone for a while, asking others if I'd been gone for long), and one of the things I most particularly remember is how hard it became to recall things that happened the day before a trip, even if it was just yesterday. It was like trying to remember what I'd done a month ago.
So, as you might be able to guess, my question involves the idea that days or months could be passed in-game for only a few hours in real life. Would this have effects on players in the real world, such as making it hard to remember things, feeling old, etc., or do you have a workaround?

EDIT: For the record, I do not advocate drug use. Mandatory disclaimer.

I have not exactly crossed the psychological ramifications, but if the RP goes into that I will most certainly let everyone know. I do have some ideas, but nothing concrete at the moment.

As for everyone else, yes, this is still happening it was just a VERY busy weekend for me.

@Gowi
I was meaning to ask this earlier but are we limiting people to one character?

This entirely depends on what the plot calls for and the amount of acceptable characters we accept into the game. However, with that said I’ve always held the motto of “as many as you can handle” but generally such territory goes to GM perspective and opinion of said player. I am completely open to the idea of people playing two or even three characters, but there is a point of reason with it. After fifteen years of role-playing I’ve experienced firsthand what excessive character creation can lead and I am especially guilty of it— so I’m really wary of people who claim they can handle four consistent character’s at a single time and so forth.
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