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25 days ago
Current I'm going to have to take a break for awhile. One of my dogs just passed; we went to bed together like we always do and when I woke up she was gone. I feel awful right now.
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3 mos ago
Had a fun birthday. Had some alligator tail for dinner, overall was pretty good for a place I hadn't been to before. Will start getting back into the groove of things soon.
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3 mos ago
Well, I'm officially 27 today.
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3 mos ago
One of my relatives that had gone missing was found deceased today—apologies if I don't get to replies in a timely manner.
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3 mos ago
who let the 1x1 section out of containment
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Hi. If you've wound up here, you're probably wondering who I am.

You can call me Kuro, although some of you might better recognize me by one of the several other names that I have used in the past throughout the 11-ish years that I have spent on this forum. I'm a middle-twenties retail manager that is still trying to relive the glory days of their roleplay career while balancing a full-time job with an unsatiable need for overtime.

I tend to be open to most ideas when it comes to roleplay itself, be it whatever genre, group size, system, etc. That being said, I often gravitate to anything that falls in the following categories: anime, fantasy, slice of life, superhero or survival horror. If you believe that you have an idea that I might be interested in, feel free to shoot me a link; I'll get back to you as soon as I possibly can. Sometimes I forget to check my messages, so don't feel bad about pestering me again if I missed it.

I also have a discord server laying around. If we're cool, then I might be willing to a toss an invite your way.


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“My dad was a hero. My hero. And they took him from me.”
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Cassandra Eleanor "Cassie" Lang / Stature
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Superhero | ?? | Freelance
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New York | New York | United States of America

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Once upon a time, Cassandra Eleanor "Cassie" Lang was an average kid living with an average family within the city of New York, New York. Her father, Scott Lang, was an electronics technician, while her mother, Peggy Rae, was a stay-at-home mom watching over Cassie. All in all, life seemed to be going well for the Langs, or at least as in so far Cassie had cared as a kid unconcerned with bills, taxes, and other such adult things.

Unbeknownst to Cassie, however, there had been trouble afoot for the Lang household. Although her father had made decent money, he would fall into money problems, and was forced to turn to burglary to ensure his wife and daughter continued to have a good life. For awhile, these criminal acts had worked, but Scott was inevitably caught and later sentenced to prison for his actions. This sentencing, in turn, tore the Lang family apart, with Cassie's mother divorcing her father while he was incarnated.

While her father was in prison, Scott had chosen to further his electrician studies, which ultimately proved useful in landing him a comfortable job at the world-renowned Stark Industries after he was released for good behavior. Although her father had been an ex-con, Cassie's mother realized that Scott, as a Stark employee, would be able to provide a better life for their daughter, and allowed him custody of Cassie from there on out.

With her father working at Stark Industries, Cassie soon found out that she would have a more eventful life than most kids did growing up. At Stark, she was able to meet many of the world's heroes or other important names, such as Mr. Stark himself (who she affectionally called "Uncle Tony") or even Iron Man. Such meetings had often left Cassie dreaming of being a superhero herself, wanting to take on the baddies of the world with the best of them.

Unfortunately, her dreams of being a superhero would be cut short when she suddenly collapsed one day with a serious heart congenital heart condition. With Cassie being in and out of the hospital, her father was unable to keep up with the bills once more, and was forced to return to thievery in hopes of hiring the legendary Dr. Sondheim, the only doctor capable of helping his daughter's condition. Breaking into the home of Henry "Hank" Pym, Scott would set forth a series of events that still resonate today by stealing the Ant-Man costume and rescuing Dr. Sondheim from the clutches of Darren Cross and his company, Cross Technological Enterprises.

Her freedom now gained, Dr. Sondheim was able to successfully operate on Cassie, in turn saving her life. Meanwhile, her father, was allowed to keep the Ant-Man costume by a Yellowjacket-dressed Pym, knowing that the world still needed an Ant-Man and that Scott would be the one to put it to good use. And Scott did, moonlighting as the new Ant-Man while he continued to work at Stark Industries to provide a living for him and his daughter.

Cassie had always secretly suspected that her father was Ant-Man, and eventually her suspicions were confirmed after some years. He was her own personal superhero dad, which she had thought was both pretty cool and badass. Life, however, thought otherwise when Scott would be slain under "mysterious circumstances", leaving Cassie in the care of her mother and new stepfather that seemed to despise superheroes, but also the very father Cassie had always looked up to—her father.

Angry at the disrespect they had shown towards her father's heroics but also his memory, Cassie had chosen to run away from home to where her father had been killed. In the midst of crying her heart out, it was then when Cassie noticed something peculiar hidden away in the uncleared rubble—her father's Ant-Man equipment. Taking the gear in her hands, she suddenly had an idea; a very stupid one at that.

She'd follow in her father's footsteps. She'd become a hero like her father, and bring justice to his killer.

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Consider this a newbie's first attempt at writing a canon character.

This version of Cassie that I'm writing will be more centered around her comic counterpart, although with some changes and tweaks of my own. Most of her background is the same as it is in the comics, but this version will be skipping things like her dad becoming an Avenger and leaving other important events like Scott's death "unknown" to better fit the combined timeline (unless, of course, we do have someone wanting to play Ant-Man).

Obviously, I want to write Cassie coming into her own as a superhero with how I've set her story up, which is similar to her own story in the comics. If there an Iron Man player or some other mentor type character from her past that I can bounce off for ideas, then that'd be great. Encouraging Cassie, telling her she is in over her head, etc. The ideas out there are endless, obviously.

I can't say as to whether or not people have been trading forum RP for discord RP, but discord RP isn't something "new" to the scene. It has always been a thing. Hell, I've done a bunch of RPs on discord in the past. It's no different than RPing on skype/*insert instant messenger app here* like people had done back then.
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"C'mon, Princess, just give us the address. We can show your old classmates how to have a fun time."

"Something tells me that they wouldn't appreciate you guys trashing their place, even if we could put it back together all over again." Priscilla smiled to herself, answering to a voice that echoed from within her truck speakers. "Besides, the last time you all tried raising hell, Mattison had you mopping outside in a rainstorm."

"Look, the extinguisher went off by itself, okay? We're innocent."

It had been a couple days since Priscilla's former comrades had learned about her reunion, and throughout those few days her fellow Seabees had been trying to talk her into allowing them to crash it. They had long known that Priscilla previously attended King's Academy, where plenty famous celebrities had also gone to school—Charlotte Hayes, Derex Steiner, to name just a few. Although Priscilla had tried to explain that she hadn't spoken to many of them since then, her battle-buddies were like lions to an antelope, eager to leap at their chance at meeting the celebrities Priscilla had the pleasure of growing up with.

And in this case, the reunion onboard the Thousand Sunny was the antelope.

Glancing at the console screen, Priscilla noticed the clock in the upper right shift to 19:30. "Anyway, I need to get going. I'll make sure to get you guys an autograph or something. Depends on who shows up."

"Alright, alright. Keep us in touch."

"You know it."

With a press of the "end call" button, Priscilla climbed out of her roughened F-150, and reached into the truck bed for a rucksack carrying her essentials. Clothing, a spare phone charger, etc. Each item was neatly arranged in the rucksack, a byproduct of her military training. Even now, Priscilla struggled to shake off old routine, having previously bloused her pants military-style above her steel-toed boots prior. Apparently, while you could leave the military, the military never leaves you, she had come to find out.

As the Thousand Sunny blew loudly on the ship horn, Priscilla slung the pack over her shoulder and began walking over towards where the yacht had been docked. Time to meet some old friends, and more than likely answer quite a few questions as to where she had been, Priscilla could only figure.

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