@Zapdos I'd say lightning/electricity powers would be pretty much on par with what people are mostly going with so far, given you've got three sorts of superbeings. I say go for it.
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When you want to join an RP of a particular theme, but no threads for it exist, and you doubt it'd be all that popular if you were to make your own thread for said theme.
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well at least you're quite free to follow - or even participate in - my riveting discussions on which varieties of paint dry the fastest.
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Cuckold Joe is my rap name.
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Some fucking idiot who probably isn't worth thinking about all that seriously. He is a 23 24 year old doofus situated somewhere on the planet and studying International Relations at some university. He is fond of history, militaria, fiction, vidya, tabletop wargaming, comic books, and writing in third person. Oh, and he seemingly likes talky-walky animal people as well. We have no idea what the hell is up with that nonsense. He has diagnosed mental problems, so maybe that's got something to do with it.
He probably isn't a robot or a German IRL. However, we cannot be certain.
He likes a variety of different RPs, and is thus liable to show up anywhere, anytime. As a general rule, he isn't particularly keen on fandom RPs, but you never know; there may be some day be an exception.
I could be wrong. I could be right.
He probably isn't a robot or a German IRL. However, we cannot be certain.
He likes a variety of different RPs, and is thus liable to show up anywhere, anytime. As a general rule, he isn't particularly keen on fandom RPs, but you never know; there may be some day be an exception.
I could be wrong. I could be right.
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Honestly focusing on one side would make things a lot easier on me also. I think there's good wisdom in this.
Also yeah, I think all of the characters so far are fantastic. Exactly the sort of stuff I was after, and beyond that impressive to boot. To the point where once I get started on my own characters, I worry they'll pale in comparison to what you guys have got hahaha.
Also yeah, I think all of the characters so far are fantastic. Exactly the sort of stuff I was after, and beyond that impressive to boot. To the point where once I get started on my own characters, I worry they'll pale in comparison to what you guys have got hahaha.
@Zapdos I was actually considering swapping it perhaps to an Allied-focused/only campaign, with individuals being able to play as Axis characters if they so choose - but with no expectation of forming a full team of Axis characters. It might be the only way to do things, given the present turnout.
@Chairman Stein I mean, Wendigo's powers are pretty horrifying as well, to be fair. But it's different in that he seems at least somewhat reliable and trustworthy underneath that hahah.
With my assignments gradually wrapping up, I should theoretically be able to launch this by the end of the week, or over the weekend/into next week, depending on what you guys want.
@Chairman Stein I mean, Wendigo's powers are pretty horrifying as well, to be fair. But it's different in that he seems at least somewhat reliable and trustworthy underneath that hahah.
With my assignments gradually wrapping up, I should theoretically be able to launch this by the end of the week, or over the weekend/into next week, depending on what you guys want.
@Kaylan The Lioness I would appreciate that lol. I'm also considering making an Axis side GMPC to boost their numbers.
@Chairman Stein Absolutely fantastic character you've got here! I'm really digging the detail you put in for the history section in particular. Fully accepted! Feel free to move him over to the char tab whenever.
Also, on the abilities, nah, you've got a perfect amount of detail for that part. I'm not looking for too much in that section.
PS. Dr. Karkaff is easily the most terrifying character in this RP so far. Make of that what you will. I mean, an opportunistic sociopath -and- a Griffin user. Fucking hell lol.
Also, on the abilities, nah, you've got a perfect amount of detail for that part. I'm not looking for too much in that section.
PS. Dr. Karkaff is easily the most terrifying character in this RP so far. Make of that what you will. I mean, an opportunistic sociopath -and- a Griffin user. Fucking hell lol.
Zack had excused himself from the company of his three brothers to wander around the city for a while. Helpfully he was able to procure from Ezekiel a hooded jacket with which to conceal himself, although it was a tight fit on the far larger coyote. "Well," Zack had thought to himself as he winced in the constricting hood, "At least it's not the sack I was wearing over my head on the way into the city."
The farmer Zack had acquired that sack from was pretty pleased with the arrangement, ultimately. As it had turned out, he had long ago received a curse from Zack himself: he was hexed in such a way that if he tried to say the word "fish", he could only do so backwards. When Zack, unfazed by the farmer's yelling and threats, agreed to at last reverse this curse in exchange for a simple potato sack, the farmer was at first stunned, and then overwhelmed with joy. The farmer couldn't believe his luck! And so it was that Gort Symons, lah'na farmer, could after so long order his favorite foodstuff with minimal embarrassment. When he broke the news to his family, they were overcome with tears of joy. Zack couldn't for the life of him remember what the farmer had even done to earn his ire in the first place, but at least he had got a potato sack out of it several years on. The eye slits he had to leave with his teeth; as he learned, the blunt head and butt of his staff didn't quite do the trick.
And so Zack wandered the streets, looking inconspicuously conspicuous. People who saw his overly tightly bound hood mostly just assumed him a member of some obscure religious order most masochistic. It certainly beat self-flagellation as a practice, and was at the very least much easier for parents to explain to their children. You also don't need to cover a child's eyes from a man wearing overly tight clothing, usually; you always had to do this when a shirtless man came by, lashing himself. Unless if the child had a particularly strange upbringing, but maybe that's not for me to judge.
Zack had no destination in mind, it was simply just refreshing to be able to walk among actual crowds of people again. He had spent many months out in the woods, just like the fairytales said he does. From time to time he had even bumped into the children who had gone out on dares to find "Cackling Zack's Shack", or whatever it was his supposed abode was called in their imaginations. Zack merely took amusement at these visitors, although they were arguably his most consistent contact with anything but wildlife during those months of isolation. To keep up appearances, he would often threaten and scare the children away, although he had never actually cursed any he could recall. But if the threat was enough to do it, was following through with the actual action that needed?
He glanced up at the sign of an inn with longing. He promised his brothers he wouldn't be out long, but he had not enjoyed the pleasure of a drink for such a long time. As if to assuage his guilty conscience, he began to consider that maybe if he made lodgings here, he wouldn't burden his brothers with having to make space for him in their already cramped house. This was enough to spur him to wander in.
"Hail, inkeeper. Some mead, please!" said Zack merrily as he rifled through his pockets for some coin.
The farmer Zack had acquired that sack from was pretty pleased with the arrangement, ultimately. As it had turned out, he had long ago received a curse from Zack himself: he was hexed in such a way that if he tried to say the word "fish", he could only do so backwards. When Zack, unfazed by the farmer's yelling and threats, agreed to at last reverse this curse in exchange for a simple potato sack, the farmer was at first stunned, and then overwhelmed with joy. The farmer couldn't believe his luck! And so it was that Gort Symons, lah'na farmer, could after so long order his favorite foodstuff with minimal embarrassment. When he broke the news to his family, they were overcome with tears of joy. Zack couldn't for the life of him remember what the farmer had even done to earn his ire in the first place, but at least he had got a potato sack out of it several years on. The eye slits he had to leave with his teeth; as he learned, the blunt head and butt of his staff didn't quite do the trick.
And so Zack wandered the streets, looking inconspicuously conspicuous. People who saw his overly tightly bound hood mostly just assumed him a member of some obscure religious order most masochistic. It certainly beat self-flagellation as a practice, and was at the very least much easier for parents to explain to their children. You also don't need to cover a child's eyes from a man wearing overly tight clothing, usually; you always had to do this when a shirtless man came by, lashing himself. Unless if the child had a particularly strange upbringing, but maybe that's not for me to judge.
Zack had no destination in mind, it was simply just refreshing to be able to walk among actual crowds of people again. He had spent many months out in the woods, just like the fairytales said he does. From time to time he had even bumped into the children who had gone out on dares to find "Cackling Zack's Shack", or whatever it was his supposed abode was called in their imaginations. Zack merely took amusement at these visitors, although they were arguably his most consistent contact with anything but wildlife during those months of isolation. To keep up appearances, he would often threaten and scare the children away, although he had never actually cursed any he could recall. But if the threat was enough to do it, was following through with the actual action that needed?
He glanced up at the sign of an inn with longing. He promised his brothers he wouldn't be out long, but he had not enjoyed the pleasure of a drink for such a long time. As if to assuage his guilty conscience, he began to consider that maybe if he made lodgings here, he wouldn't burden his brothers with having to make space for him in their already cramped house. This was enough to spur him to wander in.
"Hail, inkeeper. Some mead, please!" said Zack merrily as he rifled through his pockets for some coin.
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@User I'm not a GM or Co-GM, but I don't see any realistic problem with you doing that. Go ahead :D
@Kaylan The Lioness See, I think it's turned out well. I'll give it a more thorough reading over when I'm not extremely tired, but for now she's basically accepted. That being said, you've already discussed much of this character with me, so I don't imagine there's much to call you out on.
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