LeeRoy

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

That was probably not exactly what he was expecting, to be quite frank. The bullet should have bounced off of his mask, most bullets do. High powered rounds being the exception, but he's generally too close for that to matter in most cases. It was not in fact the case here, where the bullet shot clean through his mask and punched a hole in his face.

Not quite the hole he was expecting, as he had enough time to think about the mistake that he'd made and was pretty much prepared to die for that bullet. When it struck his face he was knocked backwards, either from the punch of the bullet or from reflex. Shin's weight slammed into the wall behind him, and his upper body was pushed through a window. His right arm passed through and his left caught on the edge. Glass cut dangerously through his clothes along his sides and back, blood seeped from them almost immediately.

Even with his high pain tolerance he was half tempted to scream, but he had an idea. Taking the bullet to the face might be a good thing, despite all arguments to the contrary. For now, Shin held himself almost perfectly still, not even breathing. Fortunately for the assassin, his face was inside the building, and the tears of agony that were streaming up his face could drip out of sight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Have you ever felt that utterly cosmic boredom of sitting on a bus? No? Oh jeez, it’s so hard to explain. You can bring whatever book, music player, laptop, or gaming device you like. No matter what you bring, however, you’ll still wind up with a complete lack of things to do. Humans aren’t meant to sit down for long periods of time, and it drives you insane when you can’t distract yourself from the static position.

Arthur, however, doesn’t play games or use mobile phones for much beyond phone calls. He’s a man in his late fifties so he’s not much moved on with the times, of course he’s not much for games.

Why is this important?

He forgot to bring a book in his carry on, and let me tell you something about having absolutely nothing to do. It’s killer on your psyche. We join Arthur about halfway through his journey, we’ll see just how much frustration this boredom can bring.

The ticker-thump of the tires on the bumpy road was the only noise accompanying the detective in his time of need, it was midday and honestly kind of hot on the bus. Though he was sitting beneath a vent, he was just sweating uncontrollably. Without any body hair, this was further discomforting for reasons that should be quite obvious. If he still had any semblance of a religious belief, he would have begun praying as he sat there, trying to get as much of that relieving cool air on his face as possible. [color=f7941d]“Sweet release, save me from this uncomfortable heat.”[color] He mumbled grumpily, staring at the three slits that provided the slightest relief. It was like the face of some cartoon robot that just had the most mocking and infuriating face, it would have made him angrier and angrier if it weren’t providing comfort.

Hours upon hours of this crushing and depressing boredom and two stopovers where a child came aboard and ruined the silence by screaming and hollering before them and their parentage were kicked from the bus for disrupting the other customers. To which a collective sigh of relief was breathed by the patronage of the Greyhound bus, Arthur’s own sigh was particularly loud.

The next few days were much the same as the above, and he damn near broke down in tears when he finally arrived at his destination of Lost Haven. Unloading his own bags and booking it in borderline full sprint to the nearest hotel. Bags tucked under his arms, breathing heavy and sweat pouring down his perfect face he reached the counter and threw a handful of bills to the woman behind it. ”I’ll pay for three weeks up front, what rooms are open?”

You would be surprised at how little people actually care about others, without looking up from her fingernails she tossed him a key with the room number of 212. “Third Floor.” She said noncommittally, blowing some of that fingernail dust off the back of her hand. Nodding and taking his key, Might traveled up the stairs for about five or six minutes. What’s a few minutes after a week or so of absolutely deadass boredom?

The moment the door was locked behind him, Arthur flopped face first onto the mattress and passed the hell out.

It was another several hours before he came to and tossed himself naked into the shower, the refreshing heat of the water running down his body was relaxing, washing the stale sweat from the ride over off him. Felt almost as though he were washing away the experience, as the bath went on and his muscles relaxed from the stress tension.

Today he would gather himself, relax, and prepare. Tomorrow, he would begin work.

Rapidly evolving underwater elite bioconstructs uncovering clues to their own origins as they infiltrate bizarre dungeons for an unknown master.

@Antarctic Termite
Well I'm PARTICULARLY interested if this is going tabletop. I've been looking for one that actually piques my interest, if you link me to the Tabletop Interest check I'll comment there to show other people that someone else is also interested.

Rapidly evolving underwater elite bioconstructs uncovering clues to their own origins as they infiltrate bizarre dungeons for an unknown master.

@Antarctic Termite
I am fascinated, maybe if this roleplay is Casual, Tabletop or Advanced I'll throw in my hat. I'll watch this roleplay either way.

WAR ENSEMBLE (ImportantNobody & Doc Doctor Vs. LeeRoy & Divinity)

@ImportantNobody
I am still here, always watching.

sMoKe's Arena Vault

This character sheet is actually pretty short, despite it being packed into so many little inconvenient tabs.

It also doesn't tell much in the way of his abilities.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Method Man

Character you have created: Clarke Redmond

Moniker: Method Man

Speech Color:899edc/Cobalt

Character Alignment: Villain. Though don't misunderstand him. He's not against you, he's for himself.

Identity: Secret.

Character Personality:
If you've ever seen a sufferer of Perfectionist OCD, you've only seen a quarter of the issues that Clarke has. He's quite deranged in the regard that he must do everything in perfect routine, no matter what he is working towards. Legal or otherwise. The way he cleans his house is the same method with which he robs houses. Why does he rob houses? Well, he robs for someone else, but also himself. He robs to satisfy someone's expectations of him, for this person he would do anything. Putting himself in harms way is the barest responsibility he feels he needs to commit to in their name. He would go to any lengths to fulfill this person's wishes, even killing in their name. No length is too far, no crime to heinous.

He's incredibly awkward socially, borderline incompetent in conversation. Without his face hidden, he can barely squeak a word out in any social situation. With his mask on his confidence is bolstered ten fold, and he talks very boldly. However, with a mask on he also talks very plainly. He'll even admit to the exact crime that he's planning to commit.

Uniform/Appearance:
Black hair, green eyes and an angular face. He's quite handsome when you get a good look at him, though his features are somewhat soft. His eyes too sad, his nose a bit too rounded, his mouth in a perpetual frown. His eyebrows are sharp and kept perfectly plucked, and his hair is kept exactly the same way every single day. A slight part in the front tapering off to where it falls naturally. Keeping his face clean shaven and perfectly smooth, every day. He has slight sideburns, though they are kept very short.

His body is lithe and slightly muscular, his body hair is entirely waxed daily. As well, his teeth are in perfect condition. Brushed daily with a bit of water, toothpaste, and baking soda.

Head:
Grey Baklava with no mouth or nose openings.
Black Matte Goggles to conceal skin color.
Blue-Grey Kryptek Camoflauge Hood pulled over baklava.

Body:
Blue-grey camo Kryptek Hoodie.
Black Scarf to cover neck.

Hands:
Food grade vinyl gloves.
Black Leather Gloves worn on top of vinyl gloves.
Black Electrical tape used to cover skin and prevent his gloves from slipping off.

Legs:
Blue-grey camo kryptek pants.
Five pairs of black socks worn on top of eachother. Taped to his pants with electrical tape.
Boots two sizes too large for his feet, held on by the layers of sock. They are dark grey in color with black soles.

Origin Info/Details:
He was born to a single mother in Maine, she was sixteen and her boyfriend bounced when he found out she was pregnant. She raised him without help, since her mother and father disowned her. They were Good Christian Parents, and saw their daughter was a whore. Couldn't have that kind of smudge on your perfect Christian family dynamic, can you? No, not at all. Good Christians don't have that kind of daughter, so they kicked her out.

Putting him through school, she found out her son was mentally challenged. However, he excelled in every class. Sciences, mathematics, history, humanities, you name it. His grades were through the roof, despite his ineptitude with communicating with other students. After he got out of school, she let him live with her as he put himself through business school. She was proud of him. But something changed after four years of business school, someone started demanding that he succeed. Someone started forcing him to move forward in life, faster than he was comfortable with. He moved out and managed to score a home in Lost Haven using disability payments wisely to pay for his amenities.

Shortly after the recent crisis of the Demon Invasion, he realized that his life was precious. So too did the one he strives to satisfy. This led to him starting a life of crime. Why? Well, some people don't need reasons. Clarke, on the other hand, needs to be successful. For someone like him, unemployable. Dangerous. Psychotic. Robbery is the perfect tool for him to become successful. A criminal mastermind makes money, makes something of himself, and to hell with the government and its laws. It doesn't take a genius to get around those, look at all the businesses that use influence as a way to get around paying taxes.

No, it doesn't take a genius to commit that kind of crime, but it does take a genius to Master the System.

Villain Type:Grey Matter/Acrobatic

Power Level:
Street Level

Powers:
Inhuman Flexibility: It is unknown if this is a mutation or a natural born trait, but his shoulders fold up or down much farther than they should. As well, his hips are narrow and his chest is much more compressable than anyone else's. All of these factors allow him to fit through any hole that his head can fit through, like a cat.

Superhuman Intellect: Not just savant levels of mathematics, beyond that. He's able to predict the outcome of investments before he makes them, not even a vague prediction, it's always accurate. He is also able to achieve any level of knowledge simply through study, he can pick up a book on the design of a lock and be able to dismantle it with improvised tools. This is just an example of the limits of his capacity for knowledge, because knowledge is one aspect. The second is execution, and execution of this knowledge is where he excels.

Attributes:

Age: 26
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 182 lbs
Strength Level: Athletic Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Athletic Human/Slightly Higher than Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Athletic Human
Agility: Slightly Higher than Normal Human
Intelligence: Super-Genius
Fighting Skill: Virtually helpless outside of a human level brawl.

Resources:
A bobbypin, a screwdriver and a five finger discount.

Weaknesses:
Despite his strange flexibility, he's just a human being. A man on a mission. Oh, also he's fucking loony. An absolute basket case.

Supporting Character:
The Motivation, The One, The Only: This character is to be revealed MUCH LATER in his character growth, because it's incredibly important that nobody knows why he's doing anything that he is doing. This person aggressively drives him forward, drives him to crime. He looks to this person for guidance in his time of need. This person seems to always be with him, no matter where he goes, but has never been caught or seen by any law enforcement. Much like he himself has managed to evade capture.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Arena Chat Thread

Apologies to anyone I'm in a roleplay with.

The realization that I move in eight days suddenly hit me and I realize my posting schedule is going to be incredibly dubious at best, since I have to work and pack so my time is going to be entirely locked up.

@MelonHead I've already told you.
@Doc Doctor You can go ahead and take the fight with @Aphotic Templar since I made this realization I don't want to hold you up more than I already am with our fight.