Kidd

If you could write a Superman story what would it be about?

I picked twenty because I wanted to give you a chance to actually pick more than two. You only got two. As for you thinking being asked to name twenty powerless superheroes is rude sounds like a you problem not a me problem.

@Revans Exile

Oh, I think you think I'm taking this more seriously than I actually am, haha. Me calling y'rude was more of a joke. But a little more seriously, even those two that made the list are far more interesting than Batman as a character. I'm not arguing any of them are better (because really it's impossible to be better than a Mary Sue) but they're just better developed and more interesting. Even the superheroes with superpowers are better characters. Even Superman--in my opinion anyway--is far more interesting a character than Batman. This is literally my only point: Batman is an overrated superhero and literally every other superhero I can think of is a better character. That's it. Maybe not a better superhero or crime fighter, but a better developed and more interesting character. (And a side note regarding the list, you asking for superheroes that fit my criteria, not yours, lol, so technically they all count anyway.)

Blood Raiders

I'm looking forward to seeing where this RP goes so I don't want it to diiiiiie.

If you could write a Superman story what would it be about?

Name twenty superhero who doesn't have powers that meet your criteria.

@Revans Exile

Ironman. Arguably Captain America who's at peak--not super--human potential. Nightwing. Black Widow. Batwoman (Barbara). Green Arrow. Um. I actually don't know many superheros, lol, but every one I do is better than Batman as a character. (And 20 is a lot, man, you rude.) He's overrated and flat and, again, I wrote better characters when I first started role playing.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Zarbaha

Khayal sat in pieces before Zar, a component in her hand and a cloth in the other as she cleaned her beloved weapon. Suitcases sat beside the table, her modified school uniform among the items. The base was quiet, the snow outside absorbing all sound. Her golden brown eyes would occasionally flicker to the window—this was silly of her, of course, because she wouldn’t see the griffin before its presence was announced. Especially in the dark. Still, she was eager to return to the Academy and she kept her eyes and ears open. Zarbaha Umar would be entering the Academy for her fifth year, so her break was spent in the field with other Gatekeepers to be. She had spent her time over the last few months putting to use the technical knowledge received at the Academy and developing it beyond the textbooks. She was ready to show off her strength as a graduating student and become a Gatekeeper. Finally, the monitor beside her figure came to life, a woman’s face looking through the screen. “Umar, your…escort to the Academy has arrived.” Zar’s heart skipped a beat in excitement, but she remained passive in expression and tone. “Thank you,” she spoke clearly through her accent, one that has grown through multiple languages and would be hard to properly distinguish its origin if not for her appearance. “I’ll be out in a moment.” She carefully set the cloth aside and cautiously, methodically put Khayal together piece by piece—until the monitor shut off and she rushed to put her weapon back together, a smile coming to her face. Once fully assembled, she pressed a button and watched as the large rifle shifted into a polearm: a glaive. Satisfied, she slung the weapon over her back and piled her bags on after. Zar took a final glance around the small room she had called home for a while; on her departure, it looked so bare. It lacked personality. And that was fine with her. Zar turned her back on the room and headed for the exit. It was still the middle of the night where she was stationed and most of the personal was still asleep. She had said her goodbyes when the sun was still up and had gotten a couple hours of sleep before waking up to prepare for the ride. “Hello, lovely,” Zar greeted the griffin, who puffed up at the given compliment as she stepped into the cold. She set her bags in the snow and adjusted the strap on her chest and then her headdress (she had lost it her first year, not prepared for the speed at which these beasts could fly). Zar rose a hand to groom back the feathers on his head before hopping gracefully onto his back. “Ready when you are,” she said as she latched herself onto the griffin’s warmth. Its claws gripped her bags, and the beast let out a warning caw. And then they were off. The cold stung at Zar’s face, but she forced herself to watch the sky as they rose. Her eyes narrowed and watered thanks to the speed, but she loved the ride. The beating of the griffin’s wings echoed in her eardrums, and suddenly there were more. Sure enough, when she turned her head to look around, other students were riding on their own griffins. Zar couldn’t help the large, white grin on her face; the experience was exhilarating every time. Suddenly, the sky shifted to a bright white and she knew that beyond this would be the Academy. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Dagny

“Yah-hooooooo, mother fuckers!” Dagny’s voice interrupted the beating of the dozens of wings as the beasts and riders were sucked into the portal connecting Earth to the Black Gale. Her griffin was particularly large, speaking volumes about the weight compacted into her muscular build. Clearly, the woman liked to fly, but it was only during the school year was she able to ride so fast. Her initial departure had been far less dramatic…

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“When’s it gonna get here?” the young woman beside her asked between shivers. “Here” was a small house in the middle of a tundra. Dagny’s family home was terribly isolated from the rest of Sweden, Earth, and the only sign that there was life outside of the property was the road. The road, incidentally, was covered in snow and ice and therefore blended in with the rest of the landscape. As snow continued to fall, her luggage—only a couple bags—was becoming covered in it. Noticing this, the purple eyed woman brushed the powder off with a gloved hand. “Whenever,” Dagny offered unhelpfully, placing her hands on her hips as she gazed up at the stars. The two appeared to be different in every way: the woman was slim, dark skinned, and had dyed her hair blue to contrast her violet eyes. Dagny was bulky, pale, and blonde, her eyes a bright blue—though they looked far darker under the night sky. Not to mention the former was dressed in heavy, warm clothes and still shivered next to Dagny, who wore shorts and a tank top without so much as a goose bump. Dagny spit some fire into the air, warming her companion for a brief moment. “Bet you can’t wait to get back to bed,” she teased. “I’m sorry we’re not all walking furnaces,” came the retort, the woman sticking her nose into the air. The dragon chuckled and opened her mouth to respond, but a screech broke the silence and the women looked up as a griffin fell from the sky. “Well, this is me,” Dagny stated casually. “See ya later.” She offered a wave as the griffon gathered up her things. Though the hand she waved with was grabbed and she was pulled back into a hug. The dragon girl felt her face flush red and she hesitantly hugged the other back. “Write me or something,” the purple-eyed woman ordered as she pulled away to wink at the dragon. Dagny glanced away, then back, and nodded. “Y-yeah,” she responded as she cleared her throat, coughing up smoke. “I’ll do that.” And with that, she climbed onto the griffon and waved once more as they took off.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Right? xD And we're almost at IC post 100. Who will take it?

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Next time on Cold-Blooded: "Talk shit, get hit." - Klaus [to Praetor] probably

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Zarbaha "Zar" Umar

Female | 20 | 5th Year May 28 | Gemini Species Human Class Sniper / Whatever class you'd put a polearm user in Weapon Khayal: a relatively heavy double ended glaive with the capability of transforming into high caliber sniper rifle able to penetrate most armor. She made it herself her first year and since coming to the Academy, she has modified it time and time again. In her five years, she has cut its weight in half and increased its power by about a third. It's also able to transform between glaive and rifle within three seconds. World Earth Biography Zar was born, but barely raised in Pakistan, as she immersed her self in education in other countries after primary school thanks to her wealthy family. Maybe it was because she was born around the time the Black Gale appeared, but she had always been intensely interested in becoming a Gatekeeper. And from preschool and on, she was always attending an elite academy. Maybe it's because she's an only child or maybe she's just a really driven person, but she was always outstanding in her classes. With the Black Gale and Lucis such a modern, exciting issue through her youth, her interest in it only grew. So, at fifteen, when she received the invitation to join the Academy, she jumped on it. And when she first arrived, the skill gap between other students...didn't scare the girl. Instead, she was inspired to work even harder so she could stand on equal footing with other students. This lead to her time at the Academy being spent on combat and tactics and on her time on Earth furthering her knowledge about technology. Now, she's a fifth a year, ready to contribute all that she has built upon until now to the fight for peace. Personality Despite her resting bitch face and intimidating, boarderline-goth appearance, Zar is quite friendly upon first interaction. However, she's outspoken and will let you know when she agrees or disagrees with you. She has a sense of humor--assuming she isn't the subject--and can be surprisingly charismatic when she's passionate about something. Zar is independent but loyal and makes an effort to work with others for the greater good. Partner To be decided Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Well unlike all these freaks, she's just a human. Her melee skills are good, but probably her weakest point as she prefers to keep her distance in a battle. (AKA other 5th years are more than likely better at it.) And although she makes an effort, she still has trouble working others. Has trouble trusting others due to a fear of potential rejection or betrayal. Skills/Abilities/Traits She's particularly strong for a human woman, as she needs to be to wield her weapon at close range. She's surprisingly quick and agile, as well. There's nothing superhuman about her, however. Zar likes to keep her distance, where she can observe and plan. She doesn't have luxury of being able to run in blind, fists swinging. So, she's very methodical and cautious. Even in melee, her pole arm allows her to keep her distance as opposed to getting too close to the enemy. Theme Song Sleepsong by Bastille Other Likes dangly, long chained jewelry. Lesbian. Has an incredible ear for language, fluently speaks multiple, and is currently working on learning Lucian languages.

If you could write a Superman story what would it be about?

Why do so many people like Batman? He's even more of a Gary Stu than Superman and he's overrated. :( If you're going to like a superhero who doesn't have powers, at least have it be someone who's cooler than the Mary Sues you made when you were 12.

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Klaus stepped away from Mira to scowl at Praetor. I'm not a Kingston, he reminded himself before speaking aloud. "Mira will be happy to explain, I'm sure. Though the sun'll be up soon and an old man needs his rest," he said, melodramatically draping his arm across his forehead. He paused there, earning an unimpressed frown from Mira, before shrugging and turning to leave the room. "G'morning, love," he said to Praetor in departure, much in the same way a mortal would use "good evening." Mira sighed and her hand rose to tug through her dark hair. "A Blackmoore's gone missing. Rogues, I believe, but Klaus fears their blame will turn on us," she explained to her loyal bodyguard. "I need you to get a message out to the others quickly--we need to lay low and out of their business until they sort it out for themselves."

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Lucian managed to catch Klaus' gaze and the ancient offered a "no" with a slightest shake of his head. He also proved lucky when he wasn't pounced at by the Blackmoores, though a little ruffled when one threatened him and Mira. The corner of Klaus' lip twitched as he bit back a snarl and his brown eyes flickered a deep red for just a moment. This predicament was larger than him, however, as were the Blackmoores' numbers, so he couldn't afford to be antagonistic. Fortunately for himself, Alistair spoke. "Very well. Good luck to you all," he spoke curtly as the tensity in the atmosphere grew. His gaze fell on Lucian, prompting the Kingston to follow if he chose before turning to leave.

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He was quick to return to the manor and even quicker to find the Kingston head. She must have been playing the instrument, because when he found her in the den, Mirabelle was setting aside the cello to greet him. "I suppose you're back because you're too cheap to pay for a hotel room for the day," she teased, standing up. Klaus typically paid for what he needed with the money taken from his mortal victims among other things, but he let her comment go to instead warn her of the night that had transpired. Sure enough, her smile quickly faded and the stress returned to crease her forehead. "Fortunately, Praetor's...apprentice was with them, so he can offer them further doubt about your involvement. But I recommend being either with Praetor or myself at all times until they sort this out." "Involvement? I've nothing to do with this--we have nothing to with this!" Mirabelle retorted sharply. Her family knew to stay out of trouble, especially when it came to the Blackmoores. Right? Her sire rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, but they already doubt that. They're angry, love. You need to be careful regardless. This family business of yours was a...an interesting idea to begin with, but the issues you've spawned with the Blackmoores..." He allowed his voice to trail off, seeing her anger and frustration fall beneath the surface, her expression passive. "Thank you," she said finally. "I know you rather not be involved. I'll see what I can do."