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HITMAN

"πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš›πš˜πš˜πš–, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš‹πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ'𝚜 𝚊 πš‹πšžπš•πš•πšŽπš πšπš˜πš› πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πš˜πš—πšŽ. π™°πš—πš 𝚊 πšπš’πš–πšŽ. π™°πš—πš 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ. π™°πš— πšŽπš—πš. 𝚈𝚎𝚜... πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšœ πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš πš‘πšŠπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ. π™Έπš—πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπšπš˜πš›, 𝚒𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 πš˜πš‹πšŸπš’πš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšŠπš›πš—πš 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πš–πšŽ. 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš—'𝚝 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš. π™½πš˜πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš’πš— πš–πš’ πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘."

Who I Am

Just some scrub nerd who happens to RP on this site. While I tend to gravitate more towards building worlds and GMing and all that, I join RPs from time to time as well. I tend to stay in the casual section of the Guild (though I am open to trying other things) and my preferences tend to lean towards slice-of-life RPs and superhero RPs, along with the occasional fandom RP, depending. I enjoy trying new things, though, and I'm willing to hop onboard any genre if I find it appealing.

I consider myself fairly lax and friendly, so if you wanna chat, my PMs are always open.


Where I Am


Currently Running
γ€ŠH.E.R.O.》
Fast-paced, fun, vibrant, quasi-anime superhero RP about an organization that employs superpowered people to defend the fictional city of Castleburg, USA.
Currently Accepting! PM me for details if you want to join.

Currently Participating
n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)

Honors

"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."


"He's American. Enough said"


"He abuses us with lenny faces"

Comment: ( Ν‘Β° ΝœΚ– Ν‘Β°)

"He hates the gays"


"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"


"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."

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Dakota sighed in relief as Iris picked up the (mostly) unharmed golem. "Oh, good. I was worried for a moment that I had-...I mean, that Astro had broken it." Dakota looked down at the squirming ferret sternly, before her eyes flitted back up to iris, a smile returning to her face. She nodded enthusiastically as Iris mentioned Astro, proudly lifting the struggling creature up again. "Astro's super playful. He just likes to mess around, grab small things, play with them, do all that." Dakota gestured over to Corvus the golem. "I guess he thought that your golem was a chew toy or something. He loves squeaky things. He's the best, though! You can pet him if you want! He doesn't bite!" Dakota paused for a moment, looking down at the ferret in her hands before biting her lip. "Alright, so he does bite, but normally only me. Still, he's a bit feisty today...maybe once he's more accustomed to the house and all that, you can play with him. He loves playing. I'm sure he'll get along fine with your golems once I train him not to eat them." Dakota smiled confidently at this idea, even though she knew full well that such a task would be nigh-impossible to complete. "He's really the best possible pet. He's great," she proclaimed boldly as she finally released Astro from her grip, the ferret scuttling up her arm and perching on her shoulder, his head twisting as he looked around this strange new place

"Anyway, nice seeing you again, Curly. The...denim look really suits you!" Dakota complimented, giving Iris a chipper smile before turning over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Summer's for a brief moment before wandering elsewhere. Pretending to instead focus on an owl in the distant treeline, Dakota's eyes occasionally flitted back over to Summer and company a few times, as inconspicuously as possible. She had swore that Summer had shot a look (a look not in the positive sense) over at Dakota, and she did not like that one bit. So what if her clothes weren't super formal? It was summertime in Virginia; Dakota needed clothes with some breath-ability in them. A tank top and jean shorts were both perfectly acceptable options, thank you very much. As somebody who liked to both run and fly, Dakota saw several significant issues that would come about with wearing high heels and a dress respectively. She looked perfectly neat, anyway, and she was perfectly presentable! As Dakota mulled over these thoughts, she plucked a burr that was stuck to her shirt off and tossed it away.

Her mind snapping back to present swiftly, Dakota looked back to Iris, her thoughtful frown once again being turned upside-down. "Anyway, I can't wait to see the wellspring! It sounds super cool..." Dakota trailed off a bit, before energetically adding, "And staying here all the time is going to be great too! I miss all of you guys, anyway, so it's going to be a blast to get to hang out with you! Ooh, we can be roomies and stuff! Wouldn't that be fun, me and you? Ooh, I gotta show you that hair brush that I charmed! I was gonna give it to Callie but it looks like your hair could use some straightening up too. Looks like you've been living with the wolves for a while." Dakota giggled. "Kidding! Your heart looks great. Really lovely. Seriously, though, I'm looking forward to hanging out with you! And everybody else!" She paused, sneaking a very noticeable glance at Summer before looking back at Iris. "Almost everybody else."


Speaks to: Iris Aderast @Blizz
Mentions: Summer Abernathy @Danvers


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4:05 AM
July 5th, 2033
Armstrong & Armstrong Security
Central Brookside, Castleburg

"S1 to S2. In position. Over."

Katharine lowered her finger from her earpiece, awaiting a response. She was currently standing on the top of a rather tall building in central Brookside, a slightly less seedy part of the district that had a few more prominent businesses located there. Armstrong & Armstrong was one of them. An old security firm that has existed since colonial times, cousins John Winthrop Armstrong and Christopher James Armstrong, both superhuman members of the Revolutionary Army, founded the business in the late 1700s and have remained in business since. Their firm is well-reputed as one of the best there are in private security. Armstrong & Armstrong combines top-tier security gadgetry with a small group of hired superhumans to protect private interests across the city. It's been reputed that any building with the old "A&A" sign planted in front of it is impossible to crack into. But here Katharine was, standing on top of their executive offices, donning a sleek black bodysuit and platinum utility belt around her waist. She was quite pleased with herself- she looked badass.

The clear earpiece in her ear buzzed as noise came through. "S2 to S1. Area is clear. No heroes on patrol in this region, no police detected, and HERO2 is currently over Passenger Island. Proceed. Over."

Katharine nodded as she made her way over to the air duct, removing what appeared to be a screwdriver from her belt. Tapping a button on the handle, the screwdriver began to whir and spin, and Katharine quickly unbolted the grate into the air vents, sliding it off quietly. She then took a deep breath before slowly stepping into the vent, ducking inside and then sliding down. She landed softly at the bottom of the slope, showing a long stretch of duct ahead of her. She tapped her earpiece again. "S1 to S2. Need S6 to disable motion sensors. Over."

She got a response a few seconds later. "S2 to S1. Sensors disabled. Continue with the plan. Over."

Kat nodded and began to crawl, moving very slowly and very quietly through the vents. She quietly scuttled past the grates, making sure the chances she was seen or heard were minimal. After moving over 3 grates, she stopped at the fourth, unclipping the screwdriver yet again and swiftly unscrewing the grate, sliding it out of the way. Beneath her were two men wearing blue uniforms, an A&A patch on each of their chests, and a sidearm clipped to their waists. The two were standing in front of a steel door labelled 'Private Vaults,' which was currently locked shut. The two were discussing casually, both visibly exhausted.

"Alright, alright. Marry, fuck, kill. Olivia Munn, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Newton-John."

"Ooh, tough one, tough one...I really like that movie Olivia Wilde did with Jason Sudeikis, though..."

Kat sighed and jumped through the hole, landing on top of one of the security guards squarely and crushing him to the ground with a loud crack. As the other one reached for their sidearm in shock, Kat lunged at him, putting one hand over his mouth and pushing him against the wall with the other. Her hand glowed read, and the man quickly started to burst into hives before falling to the ground, wheezing. Kat dusted off her hands, looking down at the two downed security guards on the ground. "Olivia Newton-John is 80," she said crassly, before turning back to the metal door, removing what appeared to be a credit card from Valentine Industries from her belt and inserting it into the chip reader. The chip reader promptly exploded, sparking everywhere, and the metal door swung open. Kat stepped inside, walking down the laser-grid hallway casually, the lasers mysteriously vanishing as she got close to them. At the end of the hallway was another metal door for extra security, but with the same tactics as the first, it was promptly unlocked as well. The room behind it was a circular room, a rotunda, with vaults running around the outsides of the room. Kat tapped her earpiece again. "S1 to S2. I'm inside. Whose vault are we looking for?"

"Your target is the vault labelled 'Bram Jansen.' Should be located somewhere to your right."

Kat shuffled over to the right side of the circular room, walking around until she saw the steel door with the words 'Bram Jansen' printed on a nameplate in the center of the door. She unclipped the third and final gadget from her utility belt, a device that looked like a needle, and inserted it into the mechanical lock. Some sparks flew from inside the lockhole, but after a moment, the metal door swung open. Kat stepped inside the vault, which had an impressive variety of what appeared to be old musical instruments. Kat looked around. "Old pieces of junk...boring...where's the target..." she muttered, rummaging around, before her face lit up. "A-ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly as she removed her query from behind a few old violins sitting on a shelf. Clutched in her hands was what appeared to be a very large but old-looking piece of parchment, tied up with a tattered red ribbon. Kat held it in one hand as she tapped her earpiece with the other. "S1 to S2, I have the item. Moving to the extraction point now," she said confidently, not even bothering to listen to the response as she walked out of the vault. Her eyes curiously flickered to the vault door next to the one she had just robbed. It was labelled 'Hugo Powers.' Kat rubbed her hands together as she stepped towards the vault door, removing her lockpicking needle and swiftly burning out the lock. "Can't hurt..." she muttered as she swung the vault door open, stepping inside.

Powers' vault was, for the most part, exactly what one would envision his private vault being. High-grade, expensive weapons hung on the sides of the walls, a few ancient swords and shields propped up alongside a few trophies and medals that were hanging around. At the end of the wall, though, in the center of a shelf, was a single CD inside a crystalline case. Kat's eyes widened dramatically as she saw it. "S1 to S2, I think I found an unedited copy of the HERO database! This might have the information we need!"

Winterfall audibly groaned in response. "You are going behind the parameters of this mission, Malady. You are putting this entire operation in jeopardy."

"Too late." Kat reached over and snatched the CD case from the shelf. As soon as she did so, a loud alarm began to blare through the vault, and then it began to blare throughout the rest of the facility. β€œIntruder detected in the private vault. Alerting Division X,” the cool, collected voice of Samantha resonated through the vault, as Kat dropped the CD in panic. It rattled on the ground. It was a fake. A trap. A decoy, and Kat fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

Winterfall, meanwhile, was rather irate. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you. If you end up rotting in jail for the rest of your existence, don't blame me."

"They're calling Division X, Winterfall, help me!"

"I will, but just understand that my purpose therein is not out of concern for your own personal interests, but for the interests of Zero and my position within it-"

"SHUT UP AND HELP!" Kat released a large cloud of red fog that spread down the corridor, engulfing several Division X members and causing them to begin spontaneously convulsing, dropping to the floor in a fit. "Shit, how are they here already?!" Kat looked around frantically before pacing back, away from one of the walls in the vault. "Alright, I'm in position. Send it down." As she spoke, a red laser traced a circle in the roof of the vault, causing a slab of metal to drop to the ground. A rope promptly fell through, which Kat grabbed onto, quickly scaling the length through the hole in the ceiling onto the roof. The rope had been tied to a hook that was currently latched onto the roof. Kat crawled out, panting and looking around.

"S1 to S2. I have the package and am on the roof. Send down the helicopter."

Kat released her finger from her ear, sighing in relief, before freezing as she heard a loud buzzing sound. She turned around to see Hugo Powers, wearing a black armored suit, a white "X" emblazoned on his chest, holding what appeared to be some sort of electrostaff, a bo staff with two sparking electric ends. Powers twirled the staff in his hands. "Malady."

Malady wasted no time attacking, sending a large cloud of red gas directly at Powers, promptly engulfing him in it. Powers was supposed to contract some type of organ failure, but instead, he charged out of the smoke like it was nothing, rushing towards Kat and slamming the electric end into her stomach. Kat visibly jolted before being launched across the rooftop, tumbling towards the edge. "Fuck..." she cursed, her body twitching as she laid there. Powers walked across, electric staff in hand, pointing the tip directly at Katharine. "For what's supposed to be a top-tier villain, you go down awfully quickly," Powers commented, his eyes glaring down at her.

Kat was glaring right back, coughing a few times as she clutched her stomach, laying on the ground. Those electric staffs did a number on her. "How did you..." she began, before coughing a few times, blood trickling from her lips. Those staffs really messed her up.

"My power has a positive effect on the internal organs you were trying to target," Powers explained, showing no visible sympathy to the teen laying before her. The staff crackled with electricity as he held it above Kat's neck. "You're going to be coming with me."

"Fuck you-" Kat began, but did not finish as Powers rapped her hard with his staff in the shoulder. Kat loudly squealed as another wave of electricity went through her body, before coughing again, the blood dripping from her lips. Powers' eyes were cold and serious. "That wasn't a question. That was a demand. Now let's go."

Powers was about to reach down to grab Katharine by the throat and forcibly take her along when there was a sudden wave of cold, and Powers stopped moving spontaneously, standing mid-crouch before Katharine. Bitterly glaring down, he stood there helplessly as ice began to encase him, sealing him into a cocoon of ice. Standing at the other end of the roof, hand outstretched, was a man, not too old but not young, with neat blonde hair, a white lab coat, and a pair of sleek square glasses. The man adjusted his glasses. "Let's depart," he said as he briskly walked over, grabbing Katharine's hand roughly and pulling her to her feet. "I can't hold a man of his caliber for long. He'll break out soon enough."

Kat staggered forwards breathlessly, blood dripping onto his chin. A black helicopter was descending towards the rooftop rapidly, the doors opening in front of the two villains. Winterfall (for of course it was) stepped inside, before viciously pulling Kat onboard, causing the girl to fall to her face on the floor of the helicopter. Before she could regain her bearings, the doors closed and the helicotper took off, causing Kat to roughly roll across the floor of the helicopter into Winterfall's leg. He looked down, before lifting up the clipboard he was holding and swiftly rapping Kat on the back of the head.

"Next time, listen to my instructions, or the consequences will be much more severe."

"Sorry..." the girl grumbled.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the building, the ice cube holding Powers began to break, cracks spreading rapidly across the slab of ice until it spontaneously shattered, shards of ice falling everywhere, as Powers emerged, putting his hands on his knees and panting. After taking a few deep breaths and looking at his surroundings, he clenched his teeth and released a mighty "MOTHERFUCKER!" that resounded across the rooftops, his bellow enough to make even the most strong-willed of grown men burst to tears.
@Hitman
Here's my character - let me know what I should change, I'm pretty tired when finishing this so it might not be the highest quality lol.





Read through it, looks great! Welcome to HERO!




Blake pulled back the beer that he had offered to Alpha, popping off the top and guzzling it down himself. He looked on vacantly as Alpha spoke. "You worked with my dad? That's weird. He's, like, old and lame," Blake said, holding the bottle loosely in his hand. It was clear that Blake was only picking up bits and pieces of what Alpha was saying. As he finished, Blake nodded about 10 times. "Riiight, yeah, well, cool, nice to meet you, Alpaca...ANGIE!” Blake smiled drunkenly as she approached, tugging her arm and pulling her into a hug against his chest. ”I haven’t seen you all night, muffin! You look…” He squinted at her, recognizing that she looked a bit more disheveled than usual but not calling it out. ”...really stunning,” he ended up saying, his lopsided smile showing that his mind was definitely addled by the alcohol. ”You liking the party? Oooh, you know what we need, fireworks!" Blake called out spontaneously as he released her from his tight hug, making his way outdoors, his hand still wrapped firmly around hers as he guided her outside. The sky was now dark, a dark canvas adrift in the air, and Blake had now removed the fireworks. After waving them around, pointing them dangerously at a few people, he eventually managed to set them off (superpowers help), the rockets soaring into the night sky. A shower of multicolored lights danced through the sky as the neighbors and basically everybody on the block continued to launch the fireworks in celebration of the holidays.

Blake grinned as the light show sparkled midair. ”Woooo! America! Liberty! Freedom! Bald eagles! Mount Rushmore! Red, white, and blue! Patriotism! Democracy! Rednecks! Giant robots! Donuts! Obesity!” Blake continued to rant for a solid few minutes, rattling off every word that he could possibly associate with America. Grace stood by, watching Blake with an amused expression on her face. She occasionally glanced over to Tom guiltily, but she seemed to be trying very hard to ignore him and continue focusing on the drunken antics of Blake. Blake laughed loudly as he held a beer in one hand, putting an arm around a nearby hero’s shoulders. ”Yeahhhh! Fourth of July partyyyyy!” he shouted, tilting his head back and hooting.

The party went on into the night, with the booming music and drunken shenanigans moving onto just before midnight. It was around then that the fireworks began to slowly die off (though a few would sparkle in the night sky every so often), and the party-goers began to leave. Ubers began to pull up at the front of the house. Some of the party guests drove themselves home as well, something Blake would have definitely objected to if he was in a more reasonable state of mind. Grace was currently out back, staring into the treeline vacantly as the party continued on. Soon the masses had mostly trickled out, to the point where it was mostly just the group of friends and a few other stragglers remaining. It was just in time, as well, as it quite spontaneously began to rain heavily, droplets of water fluttering down from the sky that fireworks had just recently illuminated.

”Everybody inside,” Blake said, one arm around Angie’s waist and the other around a bottleneck, as he staggered indoors. Grace sighed, still remaining outdoors in the rain. The water soaking her clothes, she watched as everybody else migrated inside. She stood to walk over and join them when she noticed something. The entire house had quickly been filled with some type of orange gas, the air inside the building having turned a delicate shade of scarlet. She saw Blake passed out against a counter, Brie and William tangled on top of each other...this was bad. Very bad. Somebody wanted them dead. Cursing loudly in Korean, she began to run over towards the building. Her mind began to quickly formulate a strategy. Use her portals, suck out the gas, and then call for an ambulance or something. Easy. But before she could make her way over fully, she heard the sound of metal slicing and wheeled around.

Standing there in the rain was a man in a full set of Roman armor. He stood at about 6 or so feet tall, tall but not overwhelmingly so, his entire body covered in the steel armor that was currently being soaked in rain. In his hand, he held a gladius that was currently being pointed directly at Grace. ”Die,” he hissed, and the blade quickly shot towards Grace, lengthening as the tip speared towards her chest. Grace reacted just in time, a portal swirling in front of her torso and catching the sword. A moment later, the blade shot out the reverse way, lancing into the man’s armored chest with a loud clang. Violet energy swirled in her hands as Grace blasted him directly in the helmet, causing him to fall to the ground and into another hastily-opened portal. Grace then blasted him out towards the poolside, where he rolled to the ground. Grace strutted over confidently, violent energy swirling at her fingertips. ”Who the hell do you work for and what do you want from me?” She glanced over guiltily at the house again, quietly opening a portal in there to suck the gas out. They were already out cold, it seemed, but they weren’t dead- Grace had definitely seen one of their arms twitch a few times and one of them roll over. This was some type of set-up, one that Grace had managed to avoid just barely. Who knew how much moping outdoors would help?

Nero, who was currently on the ground near the pool edge, laughed confidently. ”My name is Nero...and attacking me was the worst mistake you could’ve made,” he said forebodingly, his eyes staring directly at her through the slit of his helmet.

”What do you mean? Who do you work for?” Grace commanded, the light at her fingertips glowing brighter, but her thoughts, along with her line of questioning, were quickly interrupted by a sudden movement in the pool. The pool water had begun to move, all of it, creeping out like it was alive and moving towards Grace. Grace quickly moved to portal away but was too late as the water, like some sort of beast, dove at her and wrapped around her body, forming a bubble that lifted her into the air. Grace’s shrill screaming was muffled from inside the giant bubble as a figure of a small woman began to approach. She was standing just under a foot shorter than Nero with smooth fair skin, dark hair, and a raincoat wrapped around her petite figure. Her hand was currently held out, like she was holding an orchestra at a particularly long fermata, before she eventually waved her hand, the water that held Grace splashing away and depositing the very much soaked young hero on the ground. Grace heaved a few times, gasping for air. The woman, of course the legendary Sea Serpent of the Wings of Law, reached down, grabbing Grace by her soaked hair and yanking her back. ”You should know I hate hair dye. So cheap,” she muttered in displeasure, ignorant to Grace’s plight, as she continued to roughly tug on her hair. After a particularly loud scream, she snapped her fingers and sent some chlorinated poolwater rushing into Grace’s mouth, her yelps cut out prematurely as she was very quickly choked out. Yama eventually released her, throwing her roughly down to the ground. Grace was heaving, certainly in no condition to fight back anymore.

”Make sure you get rid of her,” Sea Serpent said, looking down at the barely-conscious Korean. ”Can’t have her spoiling the fun. Stupid ICOSA agent...probably some sort of sleeper or something. Lucky we got rid of her,” Yama noted, looking down at her nails. Nero, who had gotten to his feet, nodded and slung Grace over his armored shoulder. ”Can do. I already have a plan for her, incidentally. Oh, this is going to be so perfect! I have all the gears set in motion...”

”Yeah, yeah, whatever, just make sure nobody leaves alive or anything. Oh! And make sure that when they die, it’s entertaining,” the Wing of Law added with particular glee. ”Especially that D-tier trash. What was her name? Angelina?,”

”Ah, you mean Wish.”

”More like Bitch. Stupid dumb broad...” Yama muttered condescendingly. ”Well, whatever you’re planning...make it good.”

Sea Serpent couldn’t possibly see, but underneath his helmet, Nero was smiling wildly. ”Oh, you had better believe it’s gonna be good.”



July 5th, 2033
Location Undetermined

”Holy fuck, my head…”

Those were the first words that Blake von Brandt uttered the next day as he awoke on a...stone floor?

Blake was currently having a pounding headache, and he very slowly and extremely confusedly registered his surroundings. He had expected to wake up, probably alone, in a bed in his parents’ house, with a killer hangover. Where he was, instead, was what appeared to be some sort of ancient temple. They were lying in the center of a marble (not stone) floor inside a beautiful interior of a building, with beautiful artwork decorating the walls and a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A pleasant aroma of roses wafted through the air. The only thing that betrayed the Roman look was a large TV screen, currently off, that was hanging from the ceiling. Also, instead of waking up alone, he was surrounded by his friends. Angie was only a stone’s throw away from him, Tom was sprawled across the room, Brie and William were sitting elsewhere, everybody else all positioned haphazardly across the floor, except for Patricia, who was propped alone against the wall. The only thing that matched Blake’s expectations, really, was the pounding headache that was currently rattling on the interior of his skull. The strangeness of the situation, however, was able to rope him into some semblance of attention as he looked around at his awakening friends. ”The fuck is this? What the hell? Where are we?” he asked out loud, and he was answered by a clicking sound on the TV.

”Allow me to answer that question, Firebird.”

Onscreen, in some sort of elaborate bedroom bunker, was a man adorned in full Roman armor, staring directly at the screen. ”My name is Nero, the greatest Emperor of Rome, and you’ve been cordially invited to my Roman experience.” He chuckled. ”I’ve always been fascinated with ancient Rome and the glory of the Roman Republic. So, when I found an abandoned movie set for a Marcus Aurelius biopic, well, I knew this was my perfect hideout. Gorgeous set design, a large elaborate space, and of course, high walls to keep out prying eyes and keep in my new citizens.”

Blake’s eyes focused away from the screen out the entrance to see a beautiful Roman forum right outside this temple. Nero was certainly not wrong- incredible set design by the movie producers. His eyes flicked back to the screen as Nero spoke once again. ”Now, I’m sure you’re wondering…’Nero, surely we can just escape, fly out of your little mini-Rome!’” He spoke this latter part in a mocking tone, before laughing. ”Well, first off, I did install a few turrets to help keep my good citizens inside. But, of course, I’m sure some very brave, very strong heroes like yourselves could possibly escape. Which is why...” The camera panned over a few yards. ”I made sure to collect some insurance.”

Tied to the wall was the very unfortunate sight of Grace and Eliza, both still unconscious, and both restrained against a large metal rack located in Nero’s bunker. Grace looked worse off out of the two of them, a few bloody scrapes on her face and a couple rips in her clothes, compared to Eliza who was, for the most part, mostly unhurt, outside of a couple minor cuts that looked to be accidental. Looking down at their sickened smiles, Nero laughed. ”You can try to leave, of course, but if you do, I’ll have to pull a Julius Caesar on them.” Nero chuckled as his hand waved very near his sword hilt.

Blake blinked confusedly. ”What happened to Julius Caesar again?”

Nero glowered. ”Don’t they make you read the play in school?”

”Dude, I looked that shit up on SparkNotes. It was boring, and super weird.”

”It is not boring! It is a masterpiece! And he gets stabbed to death in it, you uncultured simpleton!”

”Oh,” Blake said, before the seriousness of the situation dawned on him. ”OH. OH, FUCK.”

”Of course, not all hope is lost. If you can find and defeat me, your friends will be saved. You will fail in your attempt, obviously, but no harm in giving you a sporting chance. I’m somewhere out in this splendid city of wonders! Best of luck. Oh, and I forgot to mention! Watch out for the ogres!” Nero called out, before giving an elaborate bow. ”Good luck. I’ll be watching, so when you do die, make sure it’s entertaining.” He laughed again before the video ended, the TV screen turning back to black.

Blake sat there, pondering for a few moments, lost in thought. This was bad. Really bad. He looked down at his hands, a flicker of fire running across them. At the very least, they had their powers. They would be helpful. ”I’m not sure what he’s going on about. The odor of this place is pretty nice,” Blake noted grumpily, standing and walking towards the exit of the temple. Outside was a beautiful, massive replica of ancient Rome, sprawling out across a large display of impressive arches and beautiful buildings. At the edge of the large replica of the city were a set of tall stone walls that were manned occasionally with automated turrets. Blake had no doubt that they could probably get out without too much difficulty, but of course, there were other pressing concerns at hand.

As Blake made his way out, he noticed a small cardboard package at the steps of the temple. He reached down, scooping it up and burning the exteriors to ashes. Inside was a laminated map of the city, with Nero’s signature and the words β€œVivamus, Moriendum Est” inscribed on the bottom. Much to Blake’s chagrin, the map did not locate Nero, and even much more to his chagrin, it was all in Latin. He groaned as he read it.

”Alright, guys, I’m sure we can get them back. Easy,” Blake muttered, looking down at the map curiously. ”There’s a few locations on here that are jotted down in a big font...the β€˜balineum,’ the β€˜basilica,’ the β€˜coliseum,’ and the β€˜forum.’ Any ideas?” he asked, waving the map out in front of the bedraggled crew. ”Hey, this fucking sucks, but at least there’s only one of him and all of us,” he said optimistically, ignoring the fact that there were multiple skeletons laying out in the streets of the Rome replica. ”We’ll get Grace and Eliza back before that Nero motherfucker can quote one more dumb play. We’ve gotten out of worse before! This’ll be a walk in the park.”

In all fairness to the young fire hero, his malapropism was not far enough. In the distance, there was a foul odor of sweat and rotten eggs. Out a way’s away was a large gathering of massive, fleshy beasts, dripping with blood as they feasted upon what was once an influential businessman and what was now a half-eaten carcass. The massive group of ogres turned towards the general direction of Blake, before beginning to slowly but surely lumber in their direction.

It was time for a feast.



@Duoya If you could join the Discord so we could torture get to know you and possibly help with character concepts and the like that would be great! There's a link in the 2nd post of the OOC as well as the recruitment drive.
@Hitman
Hey there, I'm also interested if there is still room!

Edit: Just saw that you guys closed up - guess I was a little too slow lol! I'll keep an eye out if you guys open up again.


With some consideration on my part, I'll be willing to accept one more character to the fray! Feel free to join.
@Hitman Alright, cool

I'll get back to you soon with some character sheets then! I'll also try to read some of the IC stuff at least. This would be the second time I joined an RP that was already going but since it went so well the first time I figured I'd give it another shot. I like it when RP's live for a long time


Alright, sounds cool! Feel free to join the discord, that's where 99% of our discussion goes down.
Hey there, I saw the recruitment drive that saw you were looking for new players, and this RP caught my eye! It looks pretty cool and I was thinking about trying to join.

I have an idea for villainess that I think could be cool, but would it be better if i made a HERO? If I do make a villainess I want to make it clear that my end goal would be for her to be defeated, it could even happen pretty quickly after her introduction. You know to make interaction happen, I love interaction and collaborative PvP.


Hi! Welcome aboard.

First your question, I would recommend personally to at the very least make one hero character, because heroes are the focal point of the RP and all the action will be revolving around them. If you'd like to make a villainess as well as a sort of side character to do some evil and eventually intersect with the rest of the gang, that would be more than acceptable!
Update: We are currently closed to new applicants. Check back soon to see if this has changed.


Welcome to

Heroic Egalitarian Rescue Organization

Hi, internet folks, and welcome to my interest check for HERO, internet people! HERO is a high casual RP that centers on an organization that recruits and supervises professional superheroes in the fictional city of Castleburg, NY. It's a fairly light-hearted and comical RP that plays with classic superhero troupes a lot for fun. The atmosphere is light and focuses on the more campy perspectives of superheroism rather than the darker, grittier side. The RP has been in progress for a little more than 3 months and we've gotten quite a few posts under our belt. However, our numbers have thinned just a little, and as such, we're looking to round out our cast a little bit with 1-3 fresh faces!

RP Info

This is what would be considered a high casual RP. While I don't like to put specific paragraph limits or caps in place, I expect that every post contribute to the story and to character growth.

We are highly active and fast-paced. While I am willing to give plenty of latitude personally for your posting routine and I'm willing to accommodate you as necessary, generally for the plot's sake we expect posts between 3-6 days, sometimes even sooner, to keep the RP moving along. If you need more time, I've always been very lenient with that and very determined to make everything work out, but in general if you can't post in that given timeframe, this RP might not be the one for you.

The RP has a Discord server that we frequent. While we do RP on the server occasionally (mostly for fun), the main purpose of the Discord is to facilitate communication and allow for easier discussion than using the OOC tab. Because most announcements/info come through Discord, using it is a must.

The RP is a light-hearted, playful RP. While there are moments of deeper story-lines and greater moral turpitude, overall the RP shies away from grittier superhero action. While some more crass language is used, the RP tends to avoid heavier, darker material and other 18+ subjects such as adult content and graphic violence and gore. The RP is mostly young adults and is overall very light.

Understand that, because we already have a modestly-sized cast full of established players, I'm looking specifically for people that can synergize well with the rest of the gang. With that said, I reserve the right to reject characters that I don't believe will mesh well with the established cast or overall fit into the RP. I'll try to work with you to fit your character in the best I can, but sometimes not everything is a perfect fit.

Lastly, the RP is in progress, but I will do my utmost best to incorporate your character into the arc.

If you're OK with all these things, this RP might be the right choice for you!

Links

If you've seen the above points are still interested, click on the two images below that will lead to the OOC thread (with bountiful lore) along with our Discord server (beware, it is active, so if you don't like dealing with constant notifs, be sure to mute.) I look forward to meeting some new faces that will hopefully stay along for the ride!


Link to the Guild Thread!


Link to the Discord!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask in this thread or DM me privately! I'm always around and I love to help. Hope to see you soon, and thanks for reading!
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