Kage

Transform! A unique super hero RP!

While the premise sounds interesting, I have to agree with Raineh. It seems rather complex and would severely cut down on character interaction. You may be better off pushing players to write out the characters realising who/what their classmates are on their own, or with some prompting. If you really want to keep up the mystery element, you could make it so the players have to puzzle out who any NPC/villain characters are.

That said, if you manage to come to a happy middle-ground with this idea, I may be interested. I have been looking for a superhero RP.

Unwilling Contract (Kage and Shi12)

His eyes narrowed again as the human woman spoke, panic obviously washing over her as she rambled. They did not have time for this, but compassion moved him to at least give a short answer. As she added an expression of gratitude, he reached up to pull the scarf away from his face. The motion revealed a refined, yet slightly rugged face- what one might consider the perfect masculine beauty. Defined cheek bones, a wide but defined nose and full lips countered those unusual, sharp eyes. Matching the fiery curls that fell about his shoulders, a sleek goatee adorned his chin, lining the slight frown that crossed features.

"Those were wahsh- dark entities, spirits that are normally not found in this realm. As for what they would have done to you, they would have taken your soul after eating your physical shell." He responded matter-of-factly, faintly accented voice lacking any real emotion. "To further answer you, you may call me Samuel. Now, as I said, there will be more. If you wish to live, we must leave." With that, he turned on his heel and started down the alley, the mists from the beasts parting at his feet.

Though he said little, his mind ran wild. While such creatures had little influence in the mortal plane, they were not uncommon. The bizarre thing was that they dared to appear in a physical form. There must have been something drawing them... something that pushed them to risk death, but what? The girl did not seem any different from other mortals, but he had yet to look at her aura. If she did in fact have something that made her a target he would have to--

"Bah" he muttered under his breath. He did not have to do anything, he was not one of them anymore. Protecting mortals and keeping balance was no longer something he needed to trouble himself with. He would simply get this human to someplace safe, set up wards and leave. His brethren could take care of the rest if further meddling was needed.

Unwilling Contract (Kage and Shi12)

Apologies for the wait, I was having internet issues.

Unwilling Contract (Kage and Shi12)

He knew he was on its trail well before a terrified cry came from the alley; the sound merely helped to hasten his footsteps as the sprinted over slick pavement. The few people on the street stared at the middle-eastern man as he flew past, seemingly oblivious to anything but his odd appearance. Why was obvious- his skin was a warm caramel, yet his hair was fiery, copper-red that spiraled with waves an curls about his face and shoulders, like a blazing halo in the cold light of the evening. Not daring to slow down, he tugged the thin, pale scarf around his neck up to cover his mouth and nose as he swiftly darted around the corner. He skidded to a stop, long white coat flinging a spray of water as his ember-like eyes narrowed.

"Khalass!" The single word rang over the brick and concrete, the man's deep, commanding voice making the very air seem to hum. The beasts snarled and turned, the leader of the pack having its claw-like hand still poised for the strike. The man stepped forward then, right hand beginning to glow with a red-orange energy. "E'wedwa ela, wahsh!" The Arabic words rolled off his tongue as the light engulfed his hand, then shifted, stretching and pulling itself into the shape of a blade, long and curved. The creature gave another eerie cry, conflicted as its crimson eyes shifted from his prey and the approaching threat. It made the wrong decision.

As its sharp claws came down on the woman's arms, the stranger lunged forward, translucent spectral weapon slicing through the first of the entities with ease. Dark blood spattered as the creature fell to the ground in two pieces, which immediately began to hiss and decay. In the flurry of liquid movement, the unsettling man then dispatched the rest of them, blade sizzling with every strike that landed. Once the battle was over and carnage decorated the desolate alley, the man gave a flick of his wrist and the scimitar dissipated, flickering out of existence once more.

Slowly, he scanned the scene, golden-red eyes distant and sharp as they roved over the dissolving carcasses. Once he was sure they were dead, he turned to look at the young woman. His six-foot, broad-shouldered form towered over her as he gazed down, half-covered expression seeming disinterested. After a few heartbeats of silence, he offered his hand. "There will be more. Can you stand?"

Supernatural Task Force V 2.0

Alright, I have posted. Ren will meet you all there at the scene.

Supernatural Task Force V 2.0

Buzz…..buzz….buzz…

Slowly the phone rattled its way over the nightstand, humming over half-finished sheet music and a demonology book carelessly left open. It danced along the edge, dutifully sounding out over and over, despite being blatantly ignored by its owner. Finally, it toppled over, pulling the stack of papers and an empty bottle onto the lump under the covers. Groaning and muttering angry threats under his breath, the ebony-haired man poked his head out from under the blanket and groped about for the device, scattering papers and books onto the floor in the process. Once firmly in his grasp, he brought the obnoxiously bright screen to his face and squinted blearily at it for a few seconds before the upside-down letters on it made sense. Sighing, he tapped the call button. After getting the brief message from Claes, he grunted a response, probably something along the lines of "Be there in a few." and ended the call.

Sighing, he mustered the strength to sit up. What time was it? Probably late, judging by the light filtering through the blinds. The night owl yawned and stretched before sliding out of bed and starting a quickened version of his routine- dressing, cleaning up, giving his snakes fresh water and searching for the keys he swore he just had in his hands. Before long, he was out the door, starting up his one-eyed red jeep and heading out to the meeting place. He was about halfway when he got another call telling him they were heading to the scene already. He checked his watch. It had been about fifteen minutes since he was told to meet them at the cafe- impatient much? He rolled his eyes, but gave confirmation, memorizing the address before hanging up. He stopped into the coffee shop anyway, then headed out to the scene, steaming cafe breve in hand as his aged vehicle rattled down the road.

Supernatural Task Force V 2.0

I have not been accepted yet, but should I be, I can see Ren and Khem getting along quite well. He would admire her headstrong, "tell it like it is" personality, though I also can see him riling her up for fun. Tomas... he probably would not get along with too well, as Ren dislikes people who act like they are better than others. Sweet, shy, passive Alea would be flirted with/teased to no end. Niklas he would have no real issues with, though he might be a bit dry and cynical about Niklas' willingness to sacrifice himself. Last but not least, Max would also be seen as a good ally, so long as the ways he is stuck in does not end up meshing poorly with Ren's methods. If they do... well, Ren might end up being the one to break the rules and go AWOL now and then.

Shinkawa, City of Adventure: An Urban Fantasy Sandbox RP: Take 2!

Awesome. I look forward to the IC!

Shinkawa, City of Adventure: An Urban Fantasy Sandbox RP: Take 2!

Not a problem. I made it a bit more vague, is that better?

Supernatural Task Force V 2.0

Is there room for one more? I have a support player that is good for intel and the like. His abilities are mostly passive, not very useful in a fight, but let me know if they are too much for this RP.

Name: Ren Alaric Pentlocke
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Weapons: He mainly relies on his agility, abilities and hand-to-hand combat skills when they are a viable option, but he has become a sure-shot with his handguns, which are engraved with symbols that enhance the power of the bullets.

Appearance: Standing around five feet, nine inches, Ren is slim but fit, with lithe muscles that are toned rather than built. Handsome but not unusually so, his sharp, straight nose, angular jaw and arched brows typically do not make him stick out in a crowd. What does is his skin, which is a true Nordic white- pale and porcelain-like, with a blueish tint where his veins are close to the surface. In cold light and especially in winter, his flesh appears to be nearly translucent. His hair, ebony-black in color, falls in slight, messy waves to just above his shoulder-blades. Combined with his almost unnatural pallor and stormy grey eyes, he quite resembles the spirits he is tied to. His only truly distinguishing marks are a pair of Latin script tattoos on the insides of his wrists. The left reads “Within all day there is night” and the right, “Within all darkness there is light”.

Personality: Easy-going, mischievous, flirtatious and charismatic, Ren hardly has had trouble getting his way in life. However, he is still a fairly grounded and rather level-headed young man, not letting his persuasive charms become arrogance or vindictiveness- most of the time, anyway. His sarcasm and dark sense of humor have often gotten him trouble, but his street wit has almost always provided a way out. He is typically unafraid, or at least, he does not show he is afraid, preferring to take a situation head on and face it than run.

Bio: The Pentlocke name is fairly well known to both believers and skeptics of the supernatural. Ren’s parents are ghost/ cryptid hunters and authors on the “unknown”, and are regarded to by some as the best when it comes to information on the things that go bump in the night. Conversely, they are also known as the biggest fakes in the so-called preternatural science field and lunatics. Since he was born, Ren has been surrounded with talk of ghosts, monsters and otherworldly creatures; as an adult, he started to work for his parents as a field agent, collecting data from haunted sites. Now he has been scooped up by S.I.N, who put his talents to use for the greater good. This work is both helped and hindered by his gifts, which he inherited from his grandfather Hadrian, whom he is very close to.

Other:
-Ren has a close tie to the spirits of the dead as well as those from other planes. He not only has potent ESP, but can contact and possibly control the spirits of the dead, along with some other spectral creatures. He can summon them, make them tangible for short periods, banish them from a person/place, bind them to a person/place and even destroy/exorcise low-leveled ones. The older and more powerful the spirit, the less sway he has over them, if any.
-Ren has practiced freerunning/parkour for at least ten years and due to this he is quite strong, fast and agile, capable of getting to places many other people cannot.
-He has basic medical training, along with basic survival training.
-He is an audiophile, meaning he is basically addicted to music. He always has an MP3 player or iPod on him, and keeps music playing practically everywhere he goes.