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@MalchivoOkay, that makes more sense! Just making sure.
@Malchivo did a quick once over, I think your ages are off? If he's 40 and his parents died in their fifties, then he would have been born when they were ten?
Room for another applicant, @Universorum?
Whoever wants to can apply.
Do we have to play someone that still looks like a human. Like with skin.
You can do what you want, fab -- barring line Legion, or Franklin Richards tier powers.
@Jacobiteinitial review from my part says this looks fine. Will take a deeper look after work.
Question for when one of you wonderful GM's is online. Would it be acceptable if I posted without the Family & Relationship section at first? I have completed most of the rest and that section will take me a little while. It is fine if I cannot, but I thought I would ask so you guys could see the character sooner rather than later.
Edit: Everything is finished besides the Family section. If I'm not tired when I get home I'll finish it.
What lovely said basically.
My sheet should be put up on Friday!
Can't wait :]
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@SylphWonderful. ^^
Hey yo I am in but I have a few questions if you don not mind answering in a pm/@universorum
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Warning
This story explores controversial, mature, and dark topics.
We will not stray away from subjects like: homicide, hate crimes, assault of any variant, substance use, terrorism, and many others.
Please do not join if you do not want to be in a harsh reality superhero roleplay.
SUP ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS
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The Enhanced had first appeared almost three years ago. They were a group of people, friends before they were heroes, and local to the area. They had decided the moment that their powers manifested that they would not use their powers for evil. Like the characters they had read about in comic books, the ones that had been in their movie theaters constantly for almost a decade now, they too would be sources of happiness and inspiration for the people around them.
And they were. They became pillars of the community, helping to drop crime rates to the lowest that they had ever been. Within a year of their sudden appearance, they were working closely with the mayor, and their town loved them. There were a few zealots who thought they were freaks and wanted them gone, but… there were always zealots. The important thing was that they kept their home safe. They called themselves the Coalition of Heroes. It was coined by one of the members, and it stuck — for better or worse.
Within two years, they had a headquarters that was all their own, and paid for by city taxes. They lived in the building, which was outfitted with bleeding edge, state of the art technology to make their job easier. The police force grew lazy, and the team handled almost everything that cropped up, though only the impossibly brave or the impossibly stupid stepped up against the team of people that possessed powers that made them gods.
By the third year, their popularity was higher than ever. The people loved them to the point that other cities around the nation, even the world, were growing jealous. There were merchandising deals, people wanting interviews. Popular. Beloved. And then… it happened.
And they were. They became pillars of the community, helping to drop crime rates to the lowest that they had ever been. Within a year of their sudden appearance, they were working closely with the mayor, and their town loved them. There were a few zealots who thought they were freaks and wanted them gone, but… there were always zealots. The important thing was that they kept their home safe. They called themselves the Coalition of Heroes. It was coined by one of the members, and it stuck — for better or worse.
Within two years, they had a headquarters that was all their own, and paid for by city taxes. They lived in the building, which was outfitted with bleeding edge, state of the art technology to make their job easier. The police force grew lazy, and the team handled almost everything that cropped up, though only the impossibly brave or the impossibly stupid stepped up against the team of people that possessed powers that made them gods.
By the third year, their popularity was higher than ever. The people loved them to the point that other cities around the nation, even the world, were growing jealous. There were merchandising deals, people wanting interviews. Popular. Beloved. And then… it happened.
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Unbeknownst to the Coalition, the video was being played on almost every television station broadcasted in the city. They ran to find him, to fight him, to fix this like they always did. Of course they ran. And they did find him, their nameless villain did not make himself hard to find, standing atop a building that, almost in a cliche, was in the abandoned industrial portion of town. He was waiting for them.
They fought him. They expected it to be one and done — like every other fight that they had fought up to this point — they had almost sent merely a single member of their team to apprehend the villain… but something was different about this one. He, like them, was Enhanced. He, like them, had power. He, unlike them, was not good. He, unlike them, used his powers for evil.
He destroyed them, thrashed the team in a battle that left portions of the surrounding area… gone, decimated. It was only by sheer luck that they had fought in the abandoned section of town. After the battle, the villain stood there, virtually unharmed, and the heroes laid on the ground in pain and shock at the realization that they were no longer the only ones who had power. Standing over the Coalition, the villain spoke once more.
“I have a rule, a code of honor. Whoever appeals to the law against their fellow man is either a fool, or a coward. For a wounded person shall say to his assailant: ‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.’ That is the rule of honor. I am not dead, and you are wounded. What will you do?” And with that, just like he’d appeared, he vanished in thin air, without a trace.
Leaving nothing but chaos behind, just like he’d promised.
In a matter of days after that, the people no longer loved or trusted them. They didn’t know if the Coalition was involved in the murder of the mayor, but some thought it. They were afraid, they didn’t want them anymore. The Coalition didn’t know what to do anymore.
Would they stick to their morals, and continue to fight for good? Or would the sudden showing of another enhanced person, someone who showed them quite bluntly that their powers could be used to obtain whatever they wanted… would it break them?
Only time will tell.
They fought him. They expected it to be one and done — like every other fight that they had fought up to this point — they had almost sent merely a single member of their team to apprehend the villain… but something was different about this one. He, like them, was Enhanced. He, like them, had power. He, unlike them, was not good. He, unlike them, used his powers for evil.
He destroyed them, thrashed the team in a battle that left portions of the surrounding area… gone, decimated. It was only by sheer luck that they had fought in the abandoned section of town. After the battle, the villain stood there, virtually unharmed, and the heroes laid on the ground in pain and shock at the realization that they were no longer the only ones who had power. Standing over the Coalition, the villain spoke once more.
“I have a rule, a code of honor. Whoever appeals to the law against their fellow man is either a fool, or a coward. For a wounded person shall say to his assailant: ‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.’ That is the rule of honor. I am not dead, and you are wounded. What will you do?” And with that, just like he’d appeared, he vanished in thin air, without a trace.
Leaving nothing but chaos behind, just like he’d promised.
In a matter of days after that, the people no longer loved or trusted them. They didn’t know if the Coalition was involved in the murder of the mayor, but some thought it. They were afraid, they didn’t want them anymore. The Coalition didn’t know what to do anymore.
Would they stick to their morals, and continue to fight for good? Or would the sudden showing of another enhanced person, someone who showed them quite bluntly that their powers could be used to obtain whatever they wanted… would it break them?
Only time will tell.
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Hi! This is yet another SUP Productions RP, this time one that I (Universorum/Jordan) really wanted to do. The premise is a team of superheroes who already know how to use their powers, and who are already in the public eye. What I want to do here is something different from the standard roleplay about learning to embrace and utilize powers. I want to write about characters who know how to use their powers, who know what they can do and who can recognize that their limitations are... nearly non existent. I want to write about characters who have formed a team together because they know what is right, and what to do to keep their world safe. I want to write characters who are suddenly forced to deal with the repercussions of more people like them, people with power, who are cropping up around them and who, unlike the PCs... aren't inherently good. I want to write characters who are learning that with great power doesn't always come great good. Sometimes, it comes with great evil. Characters who were once beloved by their community, who are suddenly hated and met with vitriol from the citizens that they once protected, because they can't always stop people who are Enhanced like them. Normal criminals? Sure. People who are basically gods, like the heroes are, it isn't that easy. People die. Citizens are harmed. Things change. There is fear and hatred. I want to write characters who, despite their best efforts are forced to make a choice: in the face of adversity and hate, do they stay on their path of righteousness, and protect those who deserve it... or do they fall to evil and the allure of the control that their power can give them?
There will be future battles, and they will be catastrophic, and have rippling effects on the city. People will die.
This is going to be an extra small roleplay, even for us! We’ll only be accepting about eight player characters in total for it, all being Enhanced members of the team. But… if this generates a ton of interest, my colleagues and I are not opposed to trickling more people in as time goes on and characters are situated and the story moves along.
There will be future battles, and they will be catastrophic, and have rippling effects on the city. People will die.
This is going to be an extra small roleplay, even for us! We’ll only be accepting about eight player characters in total for it, all being Enhanced members of the team. But… if this generates a ton of interest, my colleagues and I are not opposed to trickling more people in as time goes on and characters are situated and the story moves along.
Location: The arena
Interacting with: @Silent Observer @Lovely complex
Cameo Appearances from @lovely complex and @Silent Observer
Gym class sucked. Really, school in general kinda sucked, but hey. This was the curse of the American government’s power over everything! School. Mandatory. If you don’t show up, your parents get arrested because you’re a truant. Lawson had no idea who the fuck came up with that, but they deserved to be FIRED. Because of them, here he was. Attending school. Trying to do math, being forced to do homework, interacting with people.
But hey, at least there was always good music during gym class. In all honesty, it sucked less than the other classes he had to attend. Lawson just wanted to know what fucking garbage weighted ‘random’ generator the coach used to make up these teams. Christopher Robin and Ryan, arguably the two most athletic (and easily the most competitive) lads in the class on one team? And then you put Remy, Temperance, himself, and Kenzi on the same team? Bullshiiiiiiiiit. Bullshiiiiiiiiit. At some point in Ray Delaney’s mind, he had thought these teams were not only a good idea, but they were ‘fair’ and ‘balanced.’
Coach must have been taking classes on balance from the same people who’d balanced ice mages in WoW, because this made no sense. Looking around the gym, he spotted Kenzi up in the stands. Per usual, she was the one who had the most sense of everything. Fuuuuuuuck this shit. Glancing at the list of teams one last time, Lawson considered his options. Go sit next to Kenzi, and double team the coach when he tried to get them to do shit, or take the chance to hit Ryan and CR with hard rubber. Truly, the dilemma of the century.
Eh, Kenzi looked like she had the bleachers on lock. However, the absentness of his friend posed a problem to the young lad, and watching Rachel walk away from the Coach, Lawson took this chance to step forward and voice his concerns. Stepping up in front of Mr. Delaney, while his peers ran around him, doing laps or… something, Law had made a conscious decision to skip warm up and so far so good, Lawon spoke to the big guy.
“Hey, Coach. You seen Kenzi sitting up on the bleachers. Now, everybody already knows that she ain’t budgin’, lad. Now, this poses a problem, because our already terribly balanced teams are thrown off even by Kenzi’s sudden, and completely expected, decision to sit in the bleachers and let the rest of us get, ahem, excuse my French, fucked. Brutally. You see, Coach, they say all men are created equal. Well, you look at Remy and you look at Ryan and Christopher Robin and you know that that’s not true. See, normally when you make gym class teams, there’s a 50/50 chance of winning for each team. But, CR and Ryan are genetic freaks, and they ain’t normal, dude. And then you add CR’s ho to the mix? And my team got a 25% chance at best of beatin’ them. Then, you add Kenzi to the mix also? My team’s chances of winning drastically go down! Because Kenzi KNOWS she can't beat team one, and she ain’t even gonna try! So that gives them a 66 ⅔ chance of winning, and my team a 33 ⅓ chance of winning. So, you take my team’s 33 ⅓ chance of winning, minus the 25% chance of winning that CR’s girl gives us, and we got an 8 ⅓ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! But then you take CR and Ryan’s 75% chance of winning if they was to go against the whole class alone, and then you add 66 ⅔ percents chance of winning, and their team got 141 ⅔ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! See, Coach, the numbers don’t lie and they spell DISASTER for my team during this game of dodgeball, dig?” Lawson threw his hands up in the air, as if this all made perfect sense. Which it totally didn’t, but whatever. He had a point he was going to get to.
Ray furrowed his eyebrows. Why were all these kids nonsensical? And on top of that, no one ever wanted to try. You got his son that wanted to escape and knowing Remy, he’d fake an injury or something stupid, just so he could join Kenzi on the bleachers or go where he wanted to go originally, the nurse. Then you got girls and their womanly troubles and no filters, what so ever. He might have been slightly annoyed at Rachel for telling the world that Ashley was on her period and she was not. And now, you got the boy that could talk on, and on, and on, dancing around his point, just so Ray could be reasonable (and a huge possibility the boy just liked hearing his voice). God, some days being a teacher was damned stressful, but he loved it, so c’est la vie. “Are you suggesting Christopher Robin and Ryan versus the entire class? Or do you want me to rework the teams where I debuff team 1, so team 2 can get away with slackin’? Please enlighten me with what The Law thinks would benefit my class.”
“You know, what I’m actually sayin’ is you should scramble the teams, but now that you mention it, CR and Ryan would have a 75% chance against the whole class alone. I thought I was clear about that? But, whatever. Scramble the teams. Make things less sucky.” It was only seconds after Lawson spoke that Christopher Robin zero’d in on it and complained.
”Awww, what? Don’t do that! These teams are fire. Straight supa hot fire. Leave ‘em be. Getting shit on builds character.” He said quickly, calling out from across the gym, where he’d been getting situated to dumpster Jar and co. Come on, coach, don’t ruin this for him!
FiFi was practically vibrating with excitement to play dodgeball. It didn’t even matter remotely to her that the teams were not balanced, she didn’t even consider that. So many of her friends were on her team, even her bestie! They would play, they would have a blast, and they would definitely win. All this complaining was only sending out bad vibes. “CR’s half right, Law. Let’s do this, just be confident, throw really hard, and it will be their team who is ‘building character’.” FiFi said cheerily, adding finger quotations to the last part.
Everyone started getting in position, one side far more miserable than the other, unless you were Rachel, who appeared to be a ditz nearly all the time. Wrapping her arms around her other best friend, Ffiona, who was thankfully on her team, the curly haired blonde excitably chirped, ”You ready to get some booty? And by booty I mean pelting balls at people. Extra points if you hit their butts.”
“Yes, girrrl. That’s the spirit!” Ffiona responded and shook her own teal gym short-clad booty for emphasis. “We’ll call it the Booty Bonus.”
Lala, who was stretching her arms on the other side, couldn’t help but smile at this. Rachel talked a lot louder than she realized. “I’m sure FiFi wouldn’t mind getting some actual booty either, huh?” Teasingly chuckling, Lorelei gave her friends a smug look and a cheeky grin.
Ffiona’s speckled cheeks went from ginger pale to beet red in less than a second. “Hey!” she squeaked defensively. It was one thing to have her virginal status called out like that in front of the entire class, it was another thing to be called out by LaLa. FiFi shook it off, she had to, before her cheeks betrayed her any further. Instead, she set off to do the unthinkable - and skip-ran over to Kenzi in an attempt to coax her from the bleachers, and join the game. If anyone could get the spunky ‘ask me how much I care’ girl to do something, it was Ffiona. Most people eventually caved just to get her to stop talking.
But hey, at least there was always good music during gym class. In all honesty, it sucked less than the other classes he had to attend. Lawson just wanted to know what fucking garbage weighted ‘random’ generator the coach used to make up these teams. Christopher Robin and Ryan, arguably the two most athletic (and easily the most competitive) lads in the class on one team? And then you put Remy, Temperance, himself, and Kenzi on the same team? Bullshiiiiiiiiit. Bullshiiiiiiiiit. At some point in Ray Delaney’s mind, he had thought these teams were not only a good idea, but they were ‘fair’ and ‘balanced.’
Coach must have been taking classes on balance from the same people who’d balanced ice mages in WoW, because this made no sense. Looking around the gym, he spotted Kenzi up in the stands. Per usual, she was the one who had the most sense of everything. Fuuuuuuuck this shit. Glancing at the list of teams one last time, Lawson considered his options. Go sit next to Kenzi, and double team the coach when he tried to get them to do shit, or take the chance to hit Ryan and CR with hard rubber. Truly, the dilemma of the century.
Eh, Kenzi looked like she had the bleachers on lock. However, the absentness of his friend posed a problem to the young lad, and watching Rachel walk away from the Coach, Lawson took this chance to step forward and voice his concerns. Stepping up in front of Mr. Delaney, while his peers ran around him, doing laps or… something, Law had made a conscious decision to skip warm up and so far so good, Lawon spoke to the big guy.
“Hey, Coach. You seen Kenzi sitting up on the bleachers. Now, everybody already knows that she ain’t budgin’, lad. Now, this poses a problem, because our already terribly balanced teams are thrown off even by Kenzi’s sudden, and completely expected, decision to sit in the bleachers and let the rest of us get, ahem, excuse my French, fucked. Brutally. You see, Coach, they say all men are created equal. Well, you look at Remy and you look at Ryan and Christopher Robin and you know that that’s not true. See, normally when you make gym class teams, there’s a 50/50 chance of winning for each team. But, CR and Ryan are genetic freaks, and they ain’t normal, dude. And then you add CR’s ho to the mix? And my team got a 25% chance at best of beatin’ them. Then, you add Kenzi to the mix also? My team’s chances of winning drastically go down! Because Kenzi KNOWS she can't beat team one, and she ain’t even gonna try! So that gives them a 66 ⅔ chance of winning, and my team a 33 ⅓ chance of winning. So, you take my team’s 33 ⅓ chance of winning, minus the 25% chance of winning that CR’s girl gives us, and we got an 8 ⅓ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! But then you take CR and Ryan’s 75% chance of winning if they was to go against the whole class alone, and then you add 66 ⅔ percents chance of winning, and their team got 141 ⅔ chance of winning this game of dodgeball! See, Coach, the numbers don’t lie and they spell DISASTER for my team during this game of dodgeball, dig?” Lawson threw his hands up in the air, as if this all made perfect sense. Which it totally didn’t, but whatever. He had a point he was going to get to.
Ray furrowed his eyebrows. Why were all these kids nonsensical? And on top of that, no one ever wanted to try. You got his son that wanted to escape and knowing Remy, he’d fake an injury or something stupid, just so he could join Kenzi on the bleachers or go where he wanted to go originally, the nurse. Then you got girls and their womanly troubles and no filters, what so ever. He might have been slightly annoyed at Rachel for telling the world that Ashley was on her period and she was not. And now, you got the boy that could talk on, and on, and on, dancing around his point, just so Ray could be reasonable (and a huge possibility the boy just liked hearing his voice). God, some days being a teacher was damned stressful, but he loved it, so c’est la vie. “Are you suggesting Christopher Robin and Ryan versus the entire class? Or do you want me to rework the teams where I debuff team 1, so team 2 can get away with slackin’? Please enlighten me with what The Law thinks would benefit my class.”
“You know, what I’m actually sayin’ is you should scramble the teams, but now that you mention it, CR and Ryan would have a 75% chance against the whole class alone. I thought I was clear about that? But, whatever. Scramble the teams. Make things less sucky.” It was only seconds after Lawson spoke that Christopher Robin zero’d in on it and complained.
”Awww, what? Don’t do that! These teams are fire. Straight supa hot fire. Leave ‘em be. Getting shit on builds character.” He said quickly, calling out from across the gym, where he’d been getting situated to dumpster Jar and co. Come on, coach, don’t ruin this for him!
FiFi was practically vibrating with excitement to play dodgeball. It didn’t even matter remotely to her that the teams were not balanced, she didn’t even consider that. So many of her friends were on her team, even her bestie! They would play, they would have a blast, and they would definitely win. All this complaining was only sending out bad vibes. “CR’s half right, Law. Let’s do this, just be confident, throw really hard, and it will be their team who is ‘building character’.” FiFi said cheerily, adding finger quotations to the last part.
Everyone started getting in position, one side far more miserable than the other, unless you were Rachel, who appeared to be a ditz nearly all the time. Wrapping her arms around her other best friend, Ffiona, who was thankfully on her team, the curly haired blonde excitably chirped, ”You ready to get some booty? And by booty I mean pelting balls at people. Extra points if you hit their butts.”
“Yes, girrrl. That’s the spirit!” Ffiona responded and shook her own teal gym short-clad booty for emphasis. “We’ll call it the Booty Bonus.”
Lala, who was stretching her arms on the other side, couldn’t help but smile at this. Rachel talked a lot louder than she realized. “I’m sure FiFi wouldn’t mind getting some actual booty either, huh?” Teasingly chuckling, Lorelei gave her friends a smug look and a cheeky grin.
Ffiona’s speckled cheeks went from ginger pale to beet red in less than a second. “Hey!” she squeaked defensively. It was one thing to have her virginal status called out like that in front of the entire class, it was another thing to be called out by LaLa. FiFi shook it off, she had to, before her cheeks betrayed her any further. Instead, she set off to do the unthinkable - and skip-ran over to Kenzi in an attempt to coax her from the bleachers, and join the game. If anyone could get the spunky ‘ask me how much I care’ girl to do something, it was Ffiona. Most people eventually caved just to get her to stop talking.
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