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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: A World of Stars and Stripes

@Guy0fV4lor Yeah that sounds good. There isn't much rush, you can take your time with it

《 H. E. R. O. 》

A week later...

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Wings of Law was finally out of the way. They were over, done, dusted. The most popular super group erased in a couple of weeks. And who was even left to take up that mantle? Well, its Starbright. Heavy lies the crown and Starbright is more than happy and equipped to wear it. The past week had been a whirlwind of media attention, interviews, movie deals, and even his new album came out. After all, what more was expected for the guy who took down Sea Serpent and Seraph? It was only natural.

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But he wasn't alone in the take down of Seraph. Nor was he alone in being a celebrity hero. The Bullet was an emerging personality in the public eye and Starbright was more than happy to give him his time in the sun. It was about time some real heroes were the face of HERO, not those Wings posers. Speaking of the Bullet he had yet to go on his big talk show interview on Castleburg Today. It was best to call up and make sure he was ready.

"Bullet, how are you doing? Look remember you got that Castleburg Today interview coming up today. This will be the first time people get to hear from the man himself, no pressure. Anyway I got some clothes for you to wear, just to help establish your image some more." The clothes set out were, in fact, scarily similar to Starbright's. But just within that call, Starbright remembered the way he was brought up, having no control over any decisions made. He decided against doing that to Chad. "Uh, scratch that actually, you can buy your own clothes. I'm sending you over some money for them. 5 grand should be enough right? Nah we will make it 10 grand to be safe. Anyway, yeah, knock yourself out. All I want to see when I look at you on that show is something that screams 'THIS IS THE BULLET'. I think you best know what that looks like. Oh and no Gucci stuff, thats all bargain bin trash anyway. Again no pressure, just a few million watching."

Mentions: @Duoya

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The Bullet wasn't the only figure gaining a following though. Much to Starbright's dismay Patty was gaining a following. A group of his own fans really related to the sob story he guess. Either way he saw that it could be good for her, maybe with a following she would learn to be more likable. Although, his public persona would tell a different story.

"So, Starbright. I have been meaning to ask. You were one of the first to come out in support of your fellow hero Patricia Donnelly. Could you tell us about that?" The interviewer asked this question and Starbright was happy to answer having prepped it in advance. "I wouldn't just say she is a fellow hero, she is also a good friend. Just like I wish I was with all my fans, you know? The first thing I did when it was all over was make sure that she was alright." Starbright had a great talent to shamelessly lie on television. "But you know things have all being going back to stuff as normal. You know it honestly feels like nothing happened at all. I'm already back to giving her singing lessons."

"Singing lessons? Tell us about that." "Well I don't think she would want me to say. But I aim to please the people. One day, she came to me and said 'Starbright, I really want to be a singer like you. But I just don't think I can'. You know, I said 'nonsense Patty you can do anything you put your mind to. Even this. I'll give you a few lessons and we will bring that star out.' The improvements were night and day. I even plan on having her in my next album. I know, I know, its a bit early to be planning that sort of thing, but I hope it goes through. But yeah, to all my fans, please don't bring the lessons thing too much up to her. She can get a bit embarrassed."

Sure Starbright could justify that to Patty by saying he was strengthening her every-girl image. But frankly, he was on some petty shit there.

Mentions: @canaryrose

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Starbright stood before what remained of Club 27 from behind a police line. The last relic of what remained of the Wings of Law. He remembered the first time he saw this place, he was jealous. They handled their merchandising so much better than him back then. But its not like you can keep up an operation like that from a cell. What criminal behavior was hidden behind the walls of this place under the cover of the stardom and glamour? It was a bad reflection into what he could be.

But who cared about all that? All that mattered now is how long it was going to take the police to finish up the investigation. Cause you better bet Starbright bought this place. He is going to demolish the entire thing and then build up his own club in the same spot as a big middle finger to Wings. What would he call it? Club Bright... Ok, the name may need some work but the point is, it is happening.

Search of the Abandoned Mansion - Creative Thinking Fantasy RP

Hey sorry but on second thought I think I have bit much on my plate atm

Search of the Abandoned Mansion - Creative Thinking Fantasy RP

Is it too late to chuck in an application?

《 H. E. R. O. 》

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Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. What the hell happened to Seraph? In Starbright's mind he was just drinking some wine, and then this happened. What had Seraph become? Some disgusting monstrosity that only spelt one thing for Starbright, death. Screaming in panic he sprinted for the door, but couldn't get a hold of the handle. Putting his back to the wall, he fell down into a sit, closed his eyes, put Sea Serpent in front of him, and hoped it all went away. But much like the guard, nothing happened. It was all a bunch of scary noises. When he heard the glass shatter, he opened his eyes. And saw the monster of Seraph plummeting to his death.

"Oh... right, yes. I knew that was going to happen." Starbright stood up and tried gaining his composure. He placed Sea Serpent down to the side. "Sorry about that Sea." But the apology wasn't about using her body as a shield. "If a someone turned into a hideous monster just to not be with me I'd be devastated too." Not like she could respond. "Well at least we got one for Coldwater, right Bullet? That's something." He walked over to share a victory with the guy. But his gaze quick set back to the hole Seraph left. It was a little too close to him, he took a step back.

"This though, this just won't do. We can't have Seraph just die from going ghoul. Wheres the drama in that? Wheres the pizazz? There is no value in any of this."

"Lesson 2 Bullet, this ones important. Do you know the value of a story? What happened today will be remembered in history. We can't have it ruined by, well this." He gestured over to the hole. "Looking like a hero can be just as important as being one. Think about this, what criminal is going to want to fight the two who destroyed that monster in seconds? No conflict, no casualties, no collateral damage."

Starbright turned to face the Bullet directly and looked him straight in the eyes. "You and I are the only ones who saw what happened here. We did this. We pulled out and new, never before seen, combo that finished Seraph in seconds. Who in their right mind would go up against something like that?"

Gazing back at the hole, Starbright continued. "I won't go through with saying that if you aren't on board with it. But if you do, I think there's going to be a big future for you coming up."

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@Hitman@Duoya

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: A World of Stars and Stripes

@Borosev A minimum of 4 so 1 more, I'll give it a few more days to see if there is new interest

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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As expected, David was driving alone. He finished tying the tarp down, which adequately hid the arsenal of deadly weaponry it held. Hopping back into the front seat, he ignited the ancient engine and let it sit. It rumbled in a fashion few cars of the modern age did, David just let it sit and hoped that it didn’t explode. This truck would need to last him a 3 hour road trip and he had yet to put that to the test. Would it last him to Baltimore? Who knew, but did David care? Hell no. It was time to get on the road.

As David drove by landscape after landscape, he found himself admiring the countryside. As far as he could think back he had never really seen it, whether he was driving or being driven. He was glad he had control of this ride. The mission was imperative that everyone would be ready as soon as possible. But seeing the scenery he was passing by, he found it difficult to speed. In general, he kept to the speed limit throughout the journey. Not like it was hard to make such a decision with an armies worth of weaponry in the back.

Although it was great to see the countryside, the great expanse of land that he had never seen before. The quiet let in less pleasant thoughts. What would his dad say if he saw him right now? An arsenal in the back and driving off to kill multiple people, or at least they were close enough. Did his mum know about this? Did she know this is what spending the summer with the coven would entail? Was his father right. He would try his best to dissuade those thoughts, but they were becoming more and more frequent with the knowledge of impending danger and would come rocketing into the foreground everytime he thought of this ‘mission’. It was best to just let his mind sink into the scenery and ignore that issue, at least for now.

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Sometime down the road he pulled over for a proper lunch. He was in no rush to get to Baltimore and the bloodsuckers any time soon so it was best to relax i.e. not eating in the car. He didn’t imagine the others were exactly going full throttle either. From his guess, Calypso’s car would be lucky if they reached Baltimore and didn’t take a detour to some theme park. So in short, he was planning on enjoying his lunch.

The place he pulled over in was just a roadside forest clearing with a park bench in the middle. The sort that would have been used if it were 50 years ago. Now it just looked like some dilapidated relic of the past. But that was what David needed, somewhere that no one is going to be looking at the truck. He sat down at the park bench and pulled out his lunch. David packed himself a poorly constructed chicken sandwich. He didn’t mind it though, it tasted all the same anyway.

Taking the time to absorb his surroundings, David noticed a couple of blue jays on a nearby tree branch. Did he have some special magnetism to this specific type of bird? He could only guess based on how much he saw. Only, these blue jays didn’t seem to pay him any mind. They went on their own business as if he weren’t even there. This was curious because of how the ones around the coven house acted. Or had he really been correct that it was the same blue jay. It was a curiosity of his to be sure. Tossing out a bit of bread in their direction, they did respond by flying down and pecking at it. But afterward they just flew away as if nothing happened. Doing the same thing, David had finished his food and was immediately ready to continue the journey.

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Nearing the end of the drive, David was entering the urban areas of Baltimore. This was a much more familiar environment, he felt in his element entering here. But he still had one matter of business he wanted to attend to before he arrived at the hotel. His truck pulled up at the gaudiest pawn shop he could see.

“Look mate, as I said me and me Dad just moved over here from Aussie. He’s a bit of a collector and he wants something like this. So can you just sell it to me or do I need to get him in here mate.” It was a bold faced lie, but he doubted the store owner would sell the item to someone who looked as young as David. And on that note it worked flawlessly. Although, he had a suspicion that the owner really didn’t care how old David was in the end. David left the store with a brand new set of brass knuckles. He had always seen them in gangster movies and thought ‘damn it would be cool to have some of those’ and now he was admiring them on his fingers. What a place America is.

David pulled up to the hotel a bit later and began unpacking. To his shock, or maybe lack of shock, he was the first one there.

Galarian Stories

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Isla liked Zeke's TV persona, even more than the real guy if she was being honest. Though she wouldn't tell him that. Even still, trying to upstage her like that was a bit far and certainly wasn't going to fly. Although this has been the first time her and Zeke have both been on camera, this was not her first time having to deal with this sort of thing. It happened all the time during her competition days and she herself had done the same on more than one occasion. Isla adorned the smile that you only make when you are irritated and angry during Zeke's speech. "...I'll let you be my cheerleader and watch how I do it."

Isla wrapped one arm around Zeke's shoulders, trying to hide that she had to be on her tippy toes a bit to do so. "I think being your cheerleader would be a great time. Who wouldn't want to cheer on the guy who brought home the gold of Galar... She turned to the camera smiling, leaving it hanging a bit before continuing. "Oh wait, I forgot, I'm the one who did that, didn't I? And you're just the guy who got kicked out of the major leagues. Oh, I think that will make for a great interview so I'll leave you to it." She gave Zeke a reassuring smile, as if to say that its all in good fun. But the message was clear, she will fire back in turn if he did it again. "Good luck stud." She left back to the now gathering group of leaders only offering a parting wink and a smile to Zeke.

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Mentions: Zeke @Prints Avoid

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Blue furrowed his brow in frustration. He hadn't come here for sweetbread, or to have a conversation with his new guild buddies. No, he came to see if this place was up to scratch with what everyone says. He wanted to see if this was a place where he could make something of himself. Now that he was here all that mangy excuse of a leader could muster was 'I wanted adult recruits'? This wouldn't do, Blue was just about reaching that age anyway and he was going to be turned down?

Blue, who had previously been hanging in the back, made his way up toward the front. He got within a distance to look confrontational with Scorch but not to close that the height difference between the two would be apparent. "I don't know about these other lot, but almost an adult and I can certainly fight like one mate. Looking around it doesn't look like you got much of a choice anyway. It looks pretty empty for a guild, don't it?" That was a bold lie, Blue had never stepped in a guild but he went on as if that worked. "You don't look in too good of a shape either. But hey mate, if you don't need the help, I'll leave. No skin of my back."

Instead of immediately leaving the Croagunk stood there, not really able to move. He wasn't under some sort of paralysis, but it was as if there was a massive disconnect between what he was saying and what he really wanted.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: A World of Stars and Stripes

Curt Kobaine

C U R T K O B A I N E

AGE
20, Born April 5th

GENDER
Male

ORIGIN
Seattle, Washington, USA

APPEARANCE
Curt stands at an even six feet (182cm), with a lean build at 172 pounds (78kg). His sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes could be considered attractive, but he ruins it with his gloomy expression and bad posture. His favorite jacket features a blue and silver color scheme, with a golden star pattern. He often wears dark shirts and faded, loose-fit jeans with a plain leather belt and a pair of knock-off brand Timbs. He doesn't often look people in the eye and tends to either mumble too low to hear, or talk too fast to understand.

BACKSTORY
Curt was the kind of kid every parent wants their kid to be: Smart, well-behaved, never a troublemaker, never touching drugs or going out to party, and good with money. He was also so tight fisted it gave the impression of being selfish, socially inept and lonely with no experience making friends, a bit of a bore with no real ambitions, and some strange combination of perfectionist and procrastinator who couldn't handle failure. He breezed through school because all it required was memorization and mental regurgitation, and got a big head because his parents and teachers heaped praise on him. He dealt with bullying, romantic rejection, parental pressure and expectations that were too high for any child. He went to college on a full ride scholarship, then had to figure out what the hell a "work ethic" was and how to study while also dealing with exposure to a completely new side of life. The few friends he had didn't stick around, and without the ability to find new ones he slipped into a spiral of isolation and depression. He couldn't find a job, couldn't take care of himself, and finally flunked out and moved back home with little to show for all his education.

Then he got sick. For a week straight he had a high fever, along with strange aches and pains all over his body. His dreams were full of strange things he couldn't quite remember upon waking, but it felt as if he were drifting in and out of different worlds. Nothing the doctor prescribed seemed to have any effect, and his parents were on the verge of hospitalizing him. The eighth morning, his eyes fluttered open as if nothing had ever been wrong. And when he saw that thing, he screamed.

Things were forever changed for Curt after that day. It wasn't just the new abilities he awakened, or the brush with death that influenced him. He felt something else gnawing at him, something he couldn't identify or even talk about, as if it were on the tip of his tongue and refusing to be spat out. He realized, as if tearing a veil from his eyes, that he had not tried hard enough. It was time for a change. Time to try something so new, so groundbreaking, that it would shock him out of this sham of a life and let him start anew. Like...what?

Curt still had no idea how to get back on his feet, but at least the will to keep living was a step in the right direction. He started applying for jobs left and right, though he still couldn't seem to find anything given the recent downturn in the economy--something the USA hadn't had a great deal of experience with, until its hold on "the napkin," as politicians like to phrase it, began to slip. He started trying to take better care of himself...and figure out this strange new power he had awakened. Eventually, he decided that with what was left of his savings, he would simply travel. All that time scrimping every penny of his allowance, and doing little odd jobs for friends or family here and there, had given him a fairly fat piggy bank. For the first time he broke his self-imposed taboo on fiscal irresponsibility, and while his parents weren't happy about it they could clearly see that their son had his heart set on seeking out a "life changing experience."

He headed north, over the border into Canada, and then began to work his way east...

『STANDO POWAH』

『 D E T R O I T S P I N N E R 』

"Rubberband Man"
Detroit Spinner's ability allows its own body and select targets to take on the properties of a supernaturally enhanced rubber substance. When pushed, compressed, struck, or pulled, the rubber reacts by deforming appropriately, then snapping back to its original shape with incredible force and speed. The Stand itself is always in a rubberized state, and its user can also become so at will if the Stand ceases independent function. In order for other targets to be rubberized, they must be touched by the Stand and consciously willed by the user. Only one target at a time, including the user, can be rubberized. After being affected by this ability, the target will change back after 5 minutes have passed, after the Stand has moved more than 2 meters away, or after another target is chosen. If any one of these limits is reached while the object is in a compressed or stretched out state, it may suffer damage from the "snapback" depending on how durable its original form was. A human being whose arm is stretched, for instance, may suffer dislocations, torn muscles, or even amputation depending on how far the limb was pulled. After a target has been rubberized and returned to normal, with the exception of the Stand's user, it cannot be rubberized again for another 5 minutes. When attacking, it often shouts "GOMU GOMU GOMU!"

Stats
Power: C > A
Under normal circumstances, Detroit Spinner's physical strength, lifting capacity, punches, etc. is only in the above-average/athletic range compared to a normal human being. However, if it has been stretched out or compressed, the force produced by releasing its elasticity is tremendous depending on the degree. A knockout punch that was pulled back a few feet and then released could smash through a brick wall. With that said, Detroit Spinner's high speed makes even amateur boxer's punches extremely dangerous in large numbers.

Speed: A
Detroit Spinner's reactions, explosiveness, and general movements are incredibly fast. Every action has a reaction, but its rubber body allows it to conserve momentum and quite literally bounce back. The Stand will take action on its own to protect Curt or those important to him, but this ability is limited to Curt's own senses. The Stand might react to something Curt is only subconsciously aware of, like movement in his peripheral vision or a subtle sound, but it is not an absolute or fully automatic defense. Nonetheless, at this speed the Stand could even intercept bullets under the right circumstances.

Range: C > B
Detroit Spinner's optimal operation range--the range at which it fights most effectively and has the most control over its rubber abilities--is 2 meters around Curt's body. However, from within this area, it can stretch its body or a rubberized object much much further. Its own limbs or body can stretch up to a little over 80 feet (25 meters) in total, with Curt's self-rubberized ability being about half that. The distance that other objects can stretch depends on their makeup before rubberization--generally, the more durable they were, the more stress can be put on them.

Durability: C
The Stand's rubber qualities do not allow it to bounce back attacks the way one might think. Blunt force is certainly far less effective, but most blades and piercing forces will still be highly damaging, especially if the rubberized object is under tension. The object does not gain the insulative properties commonly associated with rubber, if it did not already have them, so electricity and temperatures are still just as damaging as they were before. The Stand is more durable than a normal person of its build, but in many cases the objects it affects are just as easy to destroy as they would be normally. If a rubberized object is split in half, torn, or otherwise separated, the part that is closest to the Stand will remain rubberized and the other piece will immediately "snapback." Sometimes, this could be used to Curt's advantage...

Precision: A
Detroit Spinner's eyesight, accuracy, focus, and general precision are much, much greater than even the sharpest human's. In part due to its own speed, it can track incredibly fast moving objects and--if they won't cause it much harm--easily catch them or predict their path. Perhaps as a reflection of Curt's intelligence, it also shows the capability of rapid and precise calculation and pattern recognition. Curt is by no means a fighter, but Detroit Spinner becomes more of an expert the longer it fights a given opponent.

Development Potential: A
Many of the Stand's abilities discussed here are still unknown to Curt, and there are still many ways of applying these powers that he has yet to try or even understand. The Stand is also extremely young, and as Curt grows and develops himself as a person, it is very possible that the Stand could also change in some ways.

@Zeroth

I like it, feel free to shift it across to the characters tab. This still depends on if the RP is going through, which I would like a minimum of four characters to do so.