1. Outside comms are allowed, but it's no secret everything is monitored. Care packages from the family (if they still even love you) will show obvious signs of searching and checking. Same for already-opened letters delivered to you. You pick all that shit up at the registrar's office.
2. No uniform. You guys tend to die too quickly to justify them.
Edit: This information will be added to the OOC post when I get back.
Don't worry, I won't ever straight up murder your characters without letting you know well in advance. Especially if some crazy plan of yours is probably going to lead to some kind of death. 8D
I am still not back, but praise be to modern technology.
Yes, but I will be out for at least 4 hours and will be unable to devote serious attention to Arbiter/Aberration versions of your ability until I get back. The co-GMs will be able to field any general questions you might have.
Soft limit is 25 players, and any more after that will be decided on a case-by-case basis. Not all that worried about hitting the soft limit, so feel free to PM a power concept to the three of us.
"It's less happiness and more... calm. The voices stop for just a moment."
Is it that line?
To everyone: Away for 4-7 hours, as I mentioned to Apokalipse. Delay for any incoming power queries, but the co-GMs can still reach me for anything urgent.
Please change the color of the header texts to match the color you'll be using in-game for spoken dialogue. Also, throw in the name of your magic somewhere in the magic section because banjo is insane. 8D I'll edit the CS template to include that little bit. Any name will do as long it somewhat describes your power.
On that note, I'm very pleased to have a character I can maim without worry, hehehe. Don't worry, nothing terrible, yet, but your character's "Limitless Redundancy" ability really stokes the fires of my sadistic heart.
As with all the more recent submissions, I'll let them sit in the OOC for a while in case peers want to point and scream over something (like how awesome it is to have a meat shield that'll almost never truly die?).
Pale white skin with large blue eyes, small pale lips, slightly narrow nose, and messy-spiky white hair. Very slim and a bit lanky in his build, and has a shoe size of 12. While not very muscular, is body is stilled toned and not flabby in most areas. He rarely smiles, often bearing a distant or annoyed expression.
He often wears a variety of winter clothing, particularly sweat pants and hoodies or other large jackets. However if prepared for combat he will resort to either wearing a loose jacket or no shirt at all with black, brown, or grey shorts.
At first glance, Chris is a quiet individual with seldom any desire to speak unless be it absolutely necessary. Often having a cynical view and serious tone. He is very cautious of getting close to people, keeping this persona of uninterested and rude demeanor to turn people away from him. He doesn't like to talk about himself in the slightest, and he has learned to be complacent with loneliness due to him adapting to keeping distance.
Even to those he warms up to, Chris's cynical nature doesn't change much. He will start making sarcastic or passive-aggressive comments of the like, he has no interest in lying about his opinion and will tell people directly on most subjects without caring if he offends them initially. A sort of, brutal-to-be-honest mentality, but even so he will refuse to talk about himself.
He's easily annoyed by people, especially overly positive and active attitudes or aggressive tones, whether someone insult him or compliment him, he's probably going to dislike them either way. Though he can be complacent to those that aren't to far in one side or the other, especially if he does warm up to their company.
He is afraid of loss, afraid of hurting others due to what he calls a 'curse'. His own powers make him afraid that he will turn into a monster. Not to mention that his transformations can be painful.
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He was founded in the ruins of a city devastated by a monster later killed by the military, the only survivor, and surrounded in flames that he surprisingly survived, and left there as a child surrounded by corpses that he once knew. Since then, while he has been serving without question, he has been very reclusive on a social level.
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He can breathe flames from his mouth, and grow armor-like reptilian scales on parts of his arms and chest. Through a painful and a bit lengthy of a transformation he can morph into a draconic creature for 2 hours, both transformations of turning into a dragon and turning back are extremely painful to him, not to mention it ruins its clothes, so he only resorts to this transformation as a last option or if enraged.
Committing to a transformation, Christopher will collapse onto the ground and rapidly transmute his body into a dragon. For the first minute the only changes are his skin being transmuted into scales, which would feel like getting your very flesh peeled off by a metallic knife. The following 30 seconds increase his muscle mass and changes his humanoid features into that of a beast, starting with the head, and at some points resembling a canine or werewolf, and the remaining 2 and a half minutes growing a tail and finalizing the form into what is seen below, all the while screaming in agony.
[Approximately the size of a horse not including tail length]
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Silence, tranquility. It was a bright sunny day, and he could feel the warmth of the sun grazing him. Before him stood the burning, mangled corpses of various obscene monstrosities, deceased at his wake, leading up to a dirt road that lead to a vast city. He saw kids playing in the streets ahead, their parents watching over them, people chatting, talking, living normal lives as if they were blissfully unaware of now deceased monsters, and Chris himself. He watched, as they continued to be happy with their lives, and he walked down, passing over or walking onto the dead creatures. As he came closer to the village, he saw a marble statue of an unknown creature, reptilian and winged, spewing flames on what appeared to be demonic apparitions, and a few people themselves looked to the statue in awe, some children were even hugging or pretending to be either the dragon itself or the demons falling before it. He couldn't help but smile, and just before he woke up, he felt something, or someone, hold his right hand. Before he could look, for a second he saw the statue come to life, animate itself with gleaming orbs for its eyes.
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Flames were all around him, fires towering this way and that. What was once a forest was now a wasteland of heat and ash. The sky was dark with clouds, yet he wasn't harmed. He saw though corpses, corpses of burning people, he couldn't reckognize them, but he knew they were all human, some were mangled, others eaten. Then the earth started to shake in rhythm, several stomps preceding behind him, and when he turned, he saw the gleaming red orbs of a dragon's eyes, staring at him. Slowly the light from its eyes faded as its reptilian eyes showed Chris his reflection, uninjured though stained with blood, and in utter shock.
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You have none, yet. You will get some as the story progresses. Keep track of them here. Some of them might be really important or something, I don't know.
Thank you for the changes. I've fixed up some of the indents and resized the massive image so it wouldn't break screens if someone opened your hider. I've included the code on PasteBin because the [code] tag here seems to break a lot of links in general if they're too long.
Feel free to copypaste that into the character tab.
Added two more "Stickied Topics" to the bottom of the first OOC post.
Added rules on in-game romance (not sure where you guys are gonna find romance between the despair and the more despair we have planned, but hey, go for it--within the bounds of the rules) and communication for trickier powers.
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