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God Neon (Superpowers/Criminal/Modern)

As promised, ladies and gents, here's the OOC. It's still somewhat working, with more details and such to be provided in the bottom of the post, but that's all I got in me for tonight. Stay tuned for tomorrow and feel free to ask any questions you may have in the OOC, I'll be able to respond periodically throughout the day.

God Neon

Non-Player Characters

Dante

Name: Virgil Black
Nickname: Dante



Age: 26
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: African American

Physical Description:

Dante is a powerfully built young African American man, an intimidating figure at some 6'4'' feet of height and approximately 200 lbs. Preferring his hair long and in dreads, personal grooming is important to him--so sayeth his sharply trimmed eyebrows and mustache, as well as his penchant for tasteful cologne. With some ink scattered here and there over clean mocha skin, he walks, talks and acts like he owns whatever room he's in.

Skillset:

Dante's a thug of the old-school variety--kicking ass and taking names. A big guy with a hot temper who wears his emotions on his sleeves, intimidation is really Dante's forte. By the time he's ticked off, you know it and chances are you don't want any of it. He can hold his own in a fight and knows his way around a piece, but he's a 'leap before looking' sort. A very good follower, Dante knows he's no leader and makes no bones about it.

History:

Dante's story isn't all that different from most of the guys in the H10 Crew. Born and bred in the Hoxton Street Tenements as one of four brothers, he grew up jockeying for everything from the television remote to the last helping of dinner. He dropped out of school early and is a little sensitive about the fact, but he did right and stayed tight with his best friend David King the whole way through.

The pair of them fell into the H10 Crew the way that most people in Hoxton did--by default. They kicked it hard and partied it up, which meant inevitably stepping on some toes and needing some backup. When it was there for them, it was only natural they start up with the people that had their backs and it had been that way ever since. David was the natural leader of the pair while Dante was the enthusiasm, the uproar. Always a wild-man at heart, he was the life of the party, the one to bust out some wild stunt or show up with another fifth halfway into the night. If he got himself in trouble, ran his mouth off or beefed too hard with some local talent, that was just part of the game.

With David's death, Dante's stepped in as the closest thing to a leader the H10 Crew have at the moment. He can't imagine it staying that way, never having had it in him to think ahead or make many plans, but when your head's gone all you've got left is your heart. And Dante's got a lot of heart, one way or another.

Psychological Profile:

A lot of heart that he wears on his sleeve. It's no mystery what Dante's feeling at any given time--if you can't figure it out on your own don't worry, he'll tell you. Quick to laugh, quick to cry ("Shut up, man, he just lost his fuckin' dog!"), quick to get angry and quick to forgive, Dante's a man of the moment and makes no apologies. He's proud of who he is and what he's made of himself and is the sort to take things personally, but it doesn't take too much to get back on his good side.

He's something of a skirt chaser--comes with the territory of being a big, good looking guy. Not particularly respectful of another man's claim, he's still a solid friend and loyal to the end.

Powers:

While under the effects of neon, Dante's body changes into a very dense, stony black substance that is immensely resistant to damage. About as tough as most granite, most forms of conventional assault have relatively little effect on him like this--small arms fire certainly doesn't seem to, and even pointed force like a sledge or a chisel don't tend to leave much of an impression. His strength is proportionally stronger as well, able to flip a car without much trouble, but his weight similarly increases. There are plenty of floors that aren't quite made Dante-strength, much to his chagrin, and it's something he doesn't often think of but will probably learn to after the first few express trips to the first story.

Verge Hanson

Name: Verge Hanson
Nickname: Egg-Head



Age: 24
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Physical Description:
Verge is every red-headed step-child. He's a skinny, freckled, lanky white-boy who stands at about 5'10'' and might be 140lbs soaking wet. Thin enough that he might combust if he rubbed his legs together the wrong way, he's jittery at the best of times and downright manic at the worst. There's probably been some damage done there--whether it's the ring in his nose, the gauges in his ears, the beginnings of ink around his collar bones or just the vibe he gives off, it's clear enough that he's sampled his share of substances and more than one of them have left their mark. His fingers are scarred from their work on the wires around the building and he has more than a few burns (electrical, chemical and otherwise) on his scrawny arms.

Skillset:

Verge is a whiz with most household things. He's the kind of kid that was making potato-clocks before he could walk and rewiring the remote to piss off his dad by the time he was five. The resident handy-man, when the super can't get around to fixing something (which is usually) it's Verge who ends up jittering his way over and MacGuyvering it back together.

He's also really good at helping people find a reason to deck him in the face. That's a skill, right?

History:

Verge is the kind of kid that never really had a fair shot. Smart enough to get himself in trouble and stupid enough to stay there, from pretty much day one he's been too quick for his own good. Born to a good god-fearing Irishman who believed that meant a battered wife and a strapping young boy who was a hardened drinker by the ripe old age of twelve, skinny-stick Verge was a disappointment. That he seemed unable to father another with any of the various women he was (incredibly) able to pull home was insult to injury. Speaking of injury, Verge certainly saw his share of it after his mother left--some things best kept in the family, and all that.

Most people would probably learn to be quiet. Verge just learned to talk with a busted lip.

A scientist at heart, Verge experimented with nearly everything he could get his hands on. Clocks, televisions, remotes, remote control cars, cocaine--you name it, but really a lot of cocaine. Most people were convinced that he was going to literally explode by his twenty first birthday, but after David and Dante kicked the snot out of the asshole who kept selling to him (and, following that, Verge himself when he didn't take the hint), he slowed down a tad and actually managed to make it stick.

That he turned out to be a chemist was pretty much to everyone's surprise--nobody really noticed at the time, but he had a real knack for it. He'd have been a great cook for some group or another, but instead he ran with the H10's and limited himself to homebrew, science projects, and the occasional batch of LSD or amphetamines when the stars aligned and someone called him in on the job. Ever since neon hit the streets, though, he was obsessed. Not exactly a saver, he squirreled away every bit of the stuff he could find.

Guess it paid off.

Psychological Profile:

Verge is the smartest guy you ever knew on crack. He talks, thinks, and processes about a mile a minute. Theoretically he even sleeps, though nobody's quite sure when. A tinkerer and autodidact at heart, he's the kind of guy who loves to know how the things around him work and then loves to make sure everyone else knows, in detail.

Painful.

Minute.

Detail.

Powers:

Nobody was surprised to find out Verge had a knack with electricity when he was rocking the dayglow. They were surprised to find out just how much he could take. Though he can't generate himself--he's no electric eel--Verge can hook himself up to the local grid and pretty much go to town. He can blow just about anything connected to it, turn the power on and off, and even send a blast of it if he's really concentrating. He's also damn near immune to it himself, with the upper limits of his absorption not yet tested. Nobody's quite let him head down to the local power station yet, much to his disappointment.

God Neon

Once upon a time on Hoxton Street...

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Powers:

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God Neon

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Basic OOC Rules Disclaimer

Ladies and gentlemen, I dislike lists of rules because I dislike treating you like children (even if you are, in which case this is probably not the place for you). Standards of the Advanced Section apply, though I personally am substantially more interested in Quality than Quantity. There is, however, something I would like to discuss both overall and, specifically, in regards to neon use.

First and foremost, this is a collaborative, narrative game.

What that means is that we're all in this for the better story. If your character has beef with someone else, that's all well and good--if your character, say, controls their blood to give them an aneurysm so they drop dead in an instant (looking at you Alex, you dick!), that is both not writing for the better story and being a dick. If you want to have a fight with someone else, by all means, go ahead--if you want to bring powers into it, please, do so! But communicate with them so that everyone has fun and the integrity of the story remains rather than turning it into who can be a bigger asshole.

Second, powers work.

We're all playing God Neon so we can run around as super-powered gangbangers, so let people have their super powers. Don't just say 'your power doesn't work on me' without a good reason--take the opportunity to let your character experience what it might be to go from a real, reasonable world to one where the girl next to you can read your mind when she's high.

Third, I reserve the right to make executive decisions.

This is not a democracy. I will be happy to take your suggestions into place, but I will jealously defend the integrity of the game. If I say no to something, or ask you to redo something (which is very unlikely), I trust you to understand that it is for the good of the game as a whole. I'll even be happy to tell you why its for the good of the game as a whole. But if push comes to shove, I'll win every time. It's not wise to pick fights with the person who controls abject reality. Didn't work out for Lucifer, won't work out for you.

Have fun!

This is a collaborative narrative game, guys. We do it because it's fun. If you're not having fun with it, take a look at why not. If it's on you, change it. If it's not on you, talk about it. If you need help arbitrating something, just talk with me about it. Really. It doesn't have to be a big deal.

This is my trusting you face.

Don't make me change it.

<3

Neon Use for Fun and Profit

The Full Monte

Sit down. No, seriously sit down. This is going to be a hell of a ride.

You want the short version or the long version? 'cause the short version's 'put it in your mouth'. 'That's what he said', right? Come on, man, it was funny! 'least a little funny, I mean, look, just because shit's going down doesn't mean--

...uh. Right. I'm sorry, man. Really. I am. That shit was...um. Yeah. So. Neon. Bright lights in the big city, or whatever. Looks fuckin' shiny, doesn't it? I mean, look at it. Lemme tell you, walking in on a bathtub of this stuff? You shoulda seen what it did to the fuckin' enamel. You know I'm pretty sure the active component's some kinda chemical, right? I mean, it's all chemicals, but some kind of salt or somethin'. Bathsalts--hey, that's kinda funny. I mean, they always did say they made you eat people's faces or something, right, and now they--

Oh. Um. Okay. Right. So, just put it in your mouth. Really. You can swallow, if you want, but I kinda like it on my tongue. Like electric-ice-jelly, you know, like something you'd get after blowing Frosty the Snowman. I mean, I wouldn't know, but--anyway. So it's gonna hit you like a freight train, right, in about...let's say thirty seconds, or whatever. I haven't timed it yet, so you're my guinneapig. You--no. No, you don't squeak. Shit, I forgot to start the--

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, man, I can tell just by looking at you. Bet that woke you the fuck up, huh? How's that for some red pill bullshit? Welcome to the real, baby, realer than real. The real fuckin' deal. I dunno what kinda fucked up shit you got going on in there, but lemme tell you--some Breaker motherfuckers are gonna be real sorry they found out.

Get down to ground level, man, Chief Dante's got a pep talk for all you little injuns.

Next victim, baby, I'm fucking ACME with this shit!

Neon is not like any drug that existed up until it did. Very, very little is practically known about it. It reacts poorly to a great number of tests, does not produce reliable or standard effects, and responds differently to seemingly every person that takes it. No commercial lab has been able to functionally replicate its effects nor has any street alchemy been able to distill whatever juju it was that brought it about to begin with. So far the only true source of it is the dealer known as God Neon, who is notoriously difficult to track down.

And Verge Hanson, apparently, because someone up there loves gingers.

Neon looks to be a small capsule filled with what looks for all the world to be mercury--it's supposed to have gotten its name from the way it warps the street light, but nobody's ever really called it anything else (except, briefly, 'wagonwheel'). If the pill is cracked open the liquid is thick and viscous, ice-cold to the touch. It evaporates shortly after, though the fumes (while heady) are not nearly as potent. It cannot (currently) be used in any other form, and attempts to do so end poorly.

Verge's poor stop-watch-fu aside, it is approximately thirty seconds after popping the pill before the effects hit, and they hit. Neon provides a distinct 'charge' like most stimulants, an immediate burst of energy and a general sense of power--not-unfounded power, mind, as it also gives the user its trademark super-powers. For approximately an hour after ingesting a pill, the user is able to manifest their (relatively) unique power, which does not change between doses. Most powers have what Verge has scientifically dubbed a 'base' level and an 'elevated' level.

The base level is the mild manifestation of power that comes simply from taking the drug. A mind reader will begin to read minds; a person with telekinesis (telekine, God, read a book) might be able to levitate small objects. This continues until the person comes down from the drug, at which point the effects end (as do any supernatural effects that might have been maintained by them).

The elevated level is the acute manifestation of power, the sort of shit that really shows off the potential of both drug and individual. Said mind reader might be able to bore down into someone's memories instead of just reading surface thoughts; said telekine might be able to lift and throw a car. It's at this level that the power becomes...well, powerful. It also burns through what Verge unscientifically refers to as 'juice' much faster, with a full hit of Neon lasting about five minutes at full power versus the hour it does at base.

Much though he'd like to pretend otherwise, Verge Hanson has not made this a tried-and-tested process. Sometimes it lasts a bit longer; sometimes it doesn't. Some powers can only manifest a base level or an elevated level--Dante, for instance, lacks a base level to his power. Running out of juice is a good term for what happens when it runs out, though, because it's as tiring as coming down from a coke rush. The only thing that helps after that is sleep or...well.

More neon.

Mechanical Summary:

• 1 hit of neon = 1 hour of mild power use or 5 minutes of full power use.
• Neon feels like a stimulant. It boosts you up, and it feels good to use your powers.
• Come down from neon wipes you out. Another hit rejuvenates you, but otherwise God do you want a nap.
• Different powers function differently. Figure out how you want yours to, but be consistent.

God Neon

City life was never simple, but it was never like this either.

TL;DR Summary

• Cops and Robbers with superpowers.
• Pill-popping for Great Justice.
• The real world suddenly turned on its head.
• Gritty, modern, urban street-drama.
• Moderate overarching, character-based plot.
• The kind of shit you get on your TV.
• Please post characters in hiders below until approved.

In Character Info

So Dave's dead.

...yeah. That happened.

I'm not going to lie to you guys, this is pretty fucked. I know things weren't always great but at least we had us. We had...I don't know. The team, or whatever. The crew. I'm not going to stand up here like a bitch and call you all family--now is not the goddamn time, Mike, shut the fuck up--but I am going to say you're the closest thing I have to one. I see a lot of nodding heads out there, and that's good. That's real good. He'd have liked that, only he won't anymore because he's fucking dead.

Sorry. On point.

Dave had a saying I really liked, how sometimes when you can't make do with a scalpel you gotta reach for the axe. Yeah, I see you smiling over there Alex--some tongue-in-cheek shit--but he wasn't wrong. We've been playing this whole thing small, easy and safe, pretending if we just keep our heads down this will all blow over us. We've never been out for the big time, you guys know that. You feel me, you know where I'm coming from.

Only now the big time's out for us. Used to be a fucking suicide mission, walking in here and talking that shit, but neon's back and it's here to stay, boys--shut up, Jackie, Jesus, now with the feminist shit? You know what I mean. You all heard him. The Breaker boys are popping it like fucking pez and setting up shop, and that means knuckling down and kissing ass. They want us out. They want us out bad enough to walk in here and fucking... just waltz on in and...

Yeah. Sorry. On point.

Anyway, enough talk. That's the point of this whole spiel, enough talk. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to grab the goddamn axe, and thanks to egg-head over there we've got one. Yeah, that's right. He goddamn did it. Dunno how long this first batch is going to last us, but I sure as hell know who I'm gonna use it on.

To Dave, ladies and gentlemen. To Dave and to Hell, 'cause that's the only place we're sending those motherfuckers.

Now someone get me a damn drink. If I don't wake up in the morning wishing they'd put me down instead, one of you assholes will.

Out of Character Info

Life might not have been great in Brighton--named ironically for the way the Piper Way Viaduct and the surrounding hills almost completely block out the sky--but at least it was life. 43rd and Hoxton wasn't exactly the best place to grow up, but it had its people. Most knew them as the H10 Crew, after the Hoxton Tenements they lived in, and they had their reputation same as anyone else. Didn't take shit, didn't talk shit, didn't bring shit. It had its hoods and its assholes same as anyone else--they ran game, had their girls, turned their bricks--but if you looked around it was a whole lot better than the alternative. Hell, when David King started running the show they were damn near respectable. The kind of guys that would spot you if you were short rent (and not take your kneecaps for it) and make sure your kid got on the bus instead of chasing greens down at Sanchez' place (that fuckin' guy...).

Then neon came along and changed the game.

The first round, some six months ago or so, was a trial run. Anyone with street sense could see that. Some H10 Crew tried it, but they were the lucky ones--even if things went sideways for them they kept it together, didn't level the block like that shit that went down on Walkins Boulevard. It ran its course like they did for everyone else and they figured it had done just that--run its course. Over and past, moved on and sold out to the military or something. Who the hell know with kind of heat.

It wasn't until recently, when it hit the street again, that shit got real. 'Real' as in 'deadly'. 'Real' as in two members of the Breakers, a neighboring gang with ties to some real thugs, walking in to the warehouse the H10 Crew had 'appropriated' and telling them they had a week to sign up or fuck off. When more than a few members opposed, with more than a few firearms raised and names called, the Breakers made good on their name. While one of them managed to stop every last damn bullet with his fucking brain, the other walked up to David King and put his hand through his chest. They repeated the offer and walked out.

That was last week.

Yesterday, local whizkid Verge Hanson cracked the code. After testing it out himself (and damn near blowing every circuit in the building), he came to Dave King's best friend and functioning-lieutenant Dante and told him the good news before the pair headed off to Dave's wake, where Dante promptly declared war and drank himself shitfaced in memoriam, as did most of the rest of the assembled. That was day six.

Today is one week to the day of David King's death. Your characters, members of the H10 Crew (or distraught neighbors, friends, etc.) are suiting up. They know full well that the Breakers are doing the same and getting ready, but they're not going to be ready for this. Dante plans to hit them first and hit them hard, rocking Verge's neon and anyone who's willing to hold a gun or bust out some sick powers.

So yeah, today'll be quite the day for your ladies and gentlemen. And tomorrow, well...

Let's just say it's gonna be a hell of a week.

God Neon (Superpowers/Criminal/Modern)

Well hot damn, looks like we got enough jockies for a derby. I'll see if I can't get this shindig rollin' on the 'morrow.

God Neon (Superpowers/Criminal/Modern)

@Dead Cruiser
I like the idea, but I'm not sure it will work so directly in this. While I'm not opposed to moderate fantasticism prior to the events of God Neon, I'd like to avoid characters who have 'seen them and killed them' before. Much of the point is that this shit is new. Much of the oomph that I'm looking to get from the game is characters who are otherwise either rational individuals suddenly finding themselves dealing with an element of the world that gets to bend the rules and figuring out what it means to them to be a part of it.

If I might suggest a bit of revision: Perhaps instead of having 'been there, done that, scraped it off his boot', your character was black ops and involved in a mission that went sideways because of said powers. Imagine as a military force, for instance, suddenly coming up against a man who can stop conventional weaponry in mid-flight with his brain. Then, when you manage to either escape the battle or live through it (when, say, his drug gives out) and submit your report/bring it to the attention of your superiors, you're brought into a room with a Black Suit politely congratulating you on your retirement and severance package. You can shut up and take it, and enjoy a bit of spending money, or you can rail at it, at which point his congratulation becomes less polite and your severance package disappears--you're discredited and out, so what now? That kind of situation would work a bit better with this--I wouldn't even be opposed with tying the previous experience with the current drug cropping up on the streets.

Hopefully this hasn't put you off the game!

@Rune_Alchemist
While I definitely encourage you to play what you want to play, they tell me that variety is the spice of life! Let me know what you come up with, I'll wait for a one or two more interested parties before throwing up the game.

God Neon (Superpowers/Criminal/Modern)

@NorthernGR No concerns as to experience, all are welcome. Technology level is current modern, yes, and the city is currently somewhat up in the air. Current thought was fictional Seattle, as it is a port city with significant international influence, but I'd be open to New York or a completely fictional city based on either.

God Neon (Superpowers/Criminal/Modern)

Ride the glow, honey. It'll last all night.

TL;DR Summary

• Cops and Robbers with superpowers.
• Pill-popping for Great Justice.
• The real world suddenly turned on its head.
• Gritty, modern, urban street-drama.
• Moderate overarching, character-based plot.
• The kind of shit you get on your TV.

In Character Info

Hey, c'mere. Yeah, you, c'mere. Just for a second.

Christ, man, take it easy, do I look like some fuckin' pedo to you? Don't answer that, rhetorical question. How's your night goin'? Alright, alright, hold up, Jesus! Kids these days, no patience. Look, I seen you around before--lookin' to score, right? Hey, hey, I'm no narc, man, just a purveyor for the people. Bringing light and candy and warm fuzzy-wuzzies to all the little boys and--

Hey, wait! Man, some asshole you are. Look, no hustle, straight deal, right? Take it. No, I didn't crack open a fuckin' thermometer. What is this, the 70's? It's cool, though, right, all shiny and shit? Newest thing around, man, in about two weeks this is gonna be the bomb. Everyone and their grandma's gonna want a hit of this, so just gimme five goddamn seconds and I'll show you why, alright? Just shut up and watch.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thought so.

That was a goddamn dragon, kid, from my brain to yours. Yes, you're seeing things. No, you're not crazy. Well, no guarantees, but not seeing-flaming-lizards crazy. You pop that pill and I guarantee you, though, what comes out of it will be the real fuckin' deal. I pop one, I make people see shit. You pop one? Who the hell knows, man! World's your oyster.

C'mon, I don't want your damn money. You're in the game, you know how this goes. You're my Yelp, man, my word of mouth. First one's free, but when your little bros are all 'gimme super powers, man!' you know right where to point 'em.

Just ask for God Neon. He'll hook you up right.

Out of Character Info:

"God I hate YouTube."
_{- Director Manning, Hellboy 2: The Golden Army}

As does the Seattle Police Department. That's how all of this started--a video of a woman in the international district flipping over a Dodge minivan like it was a card table. Armchair physicists and flame warriors called it a hoax with equal certainty and it was dismissed as the sort of adrenaline-fueled activity commonly associated with extreme stress. A day later the emergency room was flooded with broken eardrums--apparently a local homeless man's argument with a lamp post rose to levels capable of shattering every window within a block. By the end of the week the media had gotten hold of things, and a Breaking News Update was released.

The street called it 'neon'. The interview said as much, and listed another few names for the drug that no one had before, identifying it 'a small pill filled with what might be mercury that appears to inspire extraordinary abilities in its users'.

Which is a long way of saying it gave them goddamn superpowers.

The powers may be temporary but the ramifications of them are not. Almost immediately the drug was of high interest to various universities, government agencies, criminal organizations, and other research groups, but similarly almost immediately it disappeared from the market. While many of them still got their hands on it the effects were mixed, the chemicals incredibly difficult to identify--something technical to do with the limited shelf-life combined with the unpredictable results. Nobody really knows. What they do know is that neon changed the game, and the best they can do is keep up.

Which is where the characters come in.

God Neon will be about our merry band of characters working together to start bringing some necessary firepower to the streets. While most manifestations of powers under the effects of neon are a) short lived and b) of only mild danger to public health, some are very much not. Neon imbues its users with the same power each time they take it (something about a psychoactive component that changes based on the influences of a person's psyche, or something, no one's quite sure yet), and as people learn this and learn to take advantage of it in the second wave super-crime and other such threats become very real propositions. The overarching plot of the game is still under construction, and will vary significantly depending on some of the choices that you (as interested parties) help me make. I can see this going one of two ways:

• The players are members of an elite task force organized by the SDP to deal with neon-related crimes, provided with still-in-testing synthetic neon and sent out to keep the streets safe. The game would focus on balancing drug-induced super-powers with a normal life, discovering the source and plot behind neon distribution, and (of course) kicking ass and taking names.
• The players are members of an ambiguously benevolent local gang whose cooker managed to crack the code. With a fresh-but-limited supply of neon (so long as they can secure the necessary supply lines), they might be the city's only real shot at keeping things together. The game would focus more on staying ahead of the cops (and various other people interested in them), balancing the rest of their lives with their super-powered gang war, and (similarly) good old badassery.

More information will be provided in the OOC should enough interest be demonstrated, and of course any questions are welcome. So whaddya say, guys?

Want a hit?

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

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@Rirri

C.

@NickTrano

Tutt tutt, ladies and gentlemen. It's not an alphabet without 'B'.