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Fungal Violence: INTCHK Casual

Could a Tokyo SalaryMan take an American boomer Tourist? Could CardioGranny mess up the Mailman? Is the Baker a better choice against the Garbageman?
Let's find out

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I love a good waffle house brawl irl or in rp. How about something along the lines of that spontaneity, power scaling down to normal levels and armament for beginning sakes. I havn't GM'd much but posting and working through a bracket seems doable. Basically, I want an easily accessible introductory type arena RP or a casual type story focused endeavor. where folks and knockoff some rust, grow to higher levels in future rps, or really define themselves as a wordfighter. Insight and assistance always welcome, lemme know what you think!

Setting:

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Modern Earth(Hosptials, diners, intersections, military bases, it's all open if agreed upon)

Cause of Conflicts:

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I was thinking a parasitic fungus that makes paranoid and aggressive behaviors, pain tolerance rise, and scar tissue faintly glow. Very low-level infection rates to stop mobs from happening, and also the fungal aspect would make it benign to the character traits save for those mentioned but also make similarly infected seek each other out/battle. It's a pandemic, where in only a very small amount, almost 1 in a million of infected show the rage trait leaving the rest of the world aware but unprepared for this RP's shenanigans. I plan to have a clandestine ambulance chasing tv network with camera drones seeking out the fights and possible anti-terrorist to the max organizations trying to come up with plans so it can be weaponized and capitalized.

Characters:

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Average would be the best word. Some are more 'qualified fighters' than others but statistically I'm going for a luck of the draw. Showcase your skills with something out of left field and random/rougelike. Story wise the people behind the scenes on the sudden new global issue would be open to play as well.

Fungal Violence INTCHK

Could a Tokyo SalaryMan take an American boomer Tourist? Could CardioGranny mess up the Mailman? Is the Baker a better choice against the Garbageman?
Let's find out

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I love a good waffle house brawl irl or in rp. How about something along the lines of that spontaneity, power scaling down to normal levels and armament for beginning sakes. I havn't GM'd much but posting and working through a bracket seems doable. Basically, I want an easily accessible introductory type arena RP or a casual type story focused endeavor. where folks and knockoff some rust, grow to higher levels in future rps, or really define themselves as a wordfighter. Insight and assistance always welcome, lemme know what you think!

Setting:

---

Modern Earth(Hosptials, diners, intersections, military bases, it's all open if agreed upon)

Cause of Conflicts:

---

I was thinking a parasitic fungus that makes paranoid and aggressive behaviors, pain tolerance rise, and scar tissue faintly glow. Very low-level infection rates to stop mobs from happening, and also the fungal aspect would make it benign to the character traits save for those mentioned but also make similarly infected seek each other out/battle. It's a pandemic, where in only a very small amount, almost 1 in a million of infected show the rage trait leaving the rest of the world aware but unprepared for this RP's shenanigans. I plan to have a clandestine ambulance chasing tv network with camera drones seeking out the fights and possible anti-terrorist to the max organizations trying to come up with plans so it can be weaponized and capitalized.

Characters:

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Average would be the best word. Some are more 'qualified fighters' than others but statistically I'm going for a luck of the draw. Showcase your skills with something out of left field and random/rougelike. Story wise the people behind the scenes on the sudden new global issue would be open to play as well.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

"...as things are going to get really intense once the group realizes they have powers and have to face someone aggressively trying to kill them on Day 2.

@King Kindred

Oh hell yeah

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Was that…a Bob Ross reference??

I love Bob

@Adeline

Noice indeed

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Figured I throw some foreshadowing shade at himself 😆 Also trying to open up to the group as well as rp IC talk is probably my lacking suit. Happy little trees anyone?

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JJ

"...Do your time and reflect on what brought you here." JJ was reflecting alright, that and being bemused by the dynamics of their group already. He'd find his footing, or tongue at least, soon enough. Every now and then he'd nod or raise a brow as his new mates conversed. He'd been eyeing the paint cans near the stairs as it was. When Toby, was it Tony? Told them their new task that lit a fire under his ass. Work ethic was in his nature; it was interest that was his problem. But the promise of some seclusion had him itching to start the progress. He did a quick shuffle and half turn skip toward the cans and heard something of a spliff, someother about a bartender, and by that time his neurons said nicotine. JJ fumbled in his jumpsuit and found a softpack of reds. The stogie was mildly bent as it touched his new lip-prison. Aight, let's do this.

He did the standard misfit macarena as he looked for a lite for his vice. As the youth did so he fumbled for not so awkward words and could only come up with bad jokes. Still, it did more for him to let it out than let it stew. "Prince? Was it? I'm bad at names but I guess you're a little artsy. Name's JJ!" he exclaimed as he finally found his lighter. It flicked four times before he realized it wasn't so lucky. His temper muttered a 'fuck' before he threw himself back into conversation. "Well, anyone got a lite?" he asked the group. He also eyed a few who might not like a little arts and crafts, "They caught me joyriding, so lameee" Interesting gang they had going on here, he thought to himself as he lugged a bucket of paint over to the benches. The Birmingham native was keen on remodeling houses but usually didn't do the paint part. Perhaps he could chat up some of the gals of the group or even Love Island, to pass the time. "Busy hands and idle minds or something like that." fumbled JJ has his bravado wore out and work took over with a CccracK of the paint can lid.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Waiting for the IC storm and OOC bumpin.

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JJ

Wertham Community Centre was JJ's new home it seemed like. That much was told to him by the appointed lawyer and his jailbird of an aunt, and a half year stay no less. The lad just rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and lumped his dufflebag to the ground with a thud. Sure he had about three Enfield's and Triumph motorcycles hidden away under a tarp, a few JDM joyrides of the four wheeled type under his belt, and all the tomfoolery that is required reading for such exploits, but six months "helping the community"? His spontanunity did not jive well to the idea. Here he was just having his fun and now the MAN was to curtail him. It made him suck his teeth in distain. His piercings where gone, his hair strewn over his eyes, and no he was quietly and dully accepting a new jumpsuit from a man he already forgot his name to.

Orange, huh. That'll stain, He thought. Man I could bump a smoke right now was his next line of thought as he meandered over to the locker room's doorway. What kind of urchins did this seabed have? JJ saw no one inside. But he could smell aerosol which did nothing for his johnsin for a cig. As he claimed a lower-level locker to the end he spied purple on one locker. Six months was a long tenure for a guy who hardly kept the same address that long. Still, as he quickly derobed without to much fuss, he let his mind linger on his future some. It's community service, not a sentence. bickered his more positive side. Lost in that thought he zipped up his new attire and wandered out with the rest of the delinquents. JJ was lined up with the rest along a railing to a harbor and the big man of the evening was speaking.

After he was done with his speech, he asked if they had questions. JJ kind of looked at his feet and bit his lip. His brow furrowed as the lad thought of a right question to even ask, he was more curious of the line-up he was with.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Neat, I'll have a post up as soon as nightshift is over. Open to collabs always too!

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Joseph James McKarken, JJ

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JJ

Appearance

JJ has light aqua green eyes, a soft smile, and usually a head full of hair to toss around. He stands 5 foot 8 inches, long limbed and thin if he keeps away from the snacks. His facial hair has started decently, blonder than his dyed top. He loves to accessorize and has jewelry of the ears and face. His style is as a metalhead, dark colors and musical tases galore. He tries his best to maintain an edgy but clean appearance.

Full Name

Joseph James McKarken

Age

19

Sex

Male

Sexuality

Straight

Birthplace

Birmingham

Characteristics

JJ likes to make jokes, colorful or not. Most are masochistic to his situations, but he still holds onto that spark of good when things are rough. He makes friends easy because of this, or enemies of the more somber type. You can kick him down and he will get up laughing. Spilt milk aside, he does harbor a grudge against authority. His failings at 'conquering' this fact lead him into depressed states too. Bipolar tendencies seep through his facade when stressed.

Goals and aspirations

JJ is a spur of the moment guy, so as long as you can secure the next hour, day, week, he is moldable. The lad hasn't seen much long-term success in his life to be much else.

CV

Construction usually, JJ's uncle was a carpenter by trade and JJ followed suit to have some spending money. Not that he stuck to it or excelled at it. He attended a tradeschool in the 10th grade then proceeded to drop out of formal education. He likes fractions and metrics, but beyond that he's more of a hands-on student. He knows how to hotwire cars, his step-father is a mechanic. Mechanic in general are familiar to him. He's a jack instead of a master, but perhaps he's never focused on anything. Was also a field&track athlete, which comes in handy when you have to run from the rozza.

Crime

A little B&E, a little petty theft, some vandalism, and a lot of Gta joyrides. JJ can hardly stand aside when he sees an opportunity just sitting there. Crimes of the moment, hardly any forethought to them, hence why the system deduced a more reformat plan of action against the hectic youth. 6-months could fix him they think.

Background

JJ's life was a mundane existence of a single child in a home of hard workers. His mother was a maid and his father a mechanic. While his grades and behavior were well to do for the most part, he had a very unsensible level of anticipation and recklessness. This would manifest later in his criminal behavior. The rush of crimes and the darker side of things lured him in very quickly. By the time he was 16 he had almost given up entirely on schooling and athletics in favor of a life of fun in his mind. Cigarettes, booze, and such where always around, tho fear of harder things keeps him safe-ish.

Perhaps it was a lack of focus or evidence, but he did not want to follow his parents footsteps of toil and grind for meager takings. JJ's rambunctious behavior would increasingly get him caught and reprimanded. Not so suddenly he was to be the bad chip off the block. Always he seemed willing to cross the line, and for what? A buzz of crime, a high of spree? Disillusioned he was of the consequences of his actions, and still is partly to this day.

Power

Flashbang: JJ can emit concentrated phosphoric chemical cocktails out of his pores at will(or at random if emotionally unfocused). Soft colorful flames that flick and linger to full on denotating concoctions expressed through strikes of the limbs. The color, intensity, and production of secondary chemicals aka smoke can vary as he learns to control the power.

Skills & Abilities

JJ was an athlete in his teens, a field and track aficionado. He has learned basic mechanics and construction trades from his elders so far. Bit of a muscian when it comes to percussion.