Little Bill

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Very interested.

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Just a heads up, if this RP gets more interested than I want to accept (four) ya'll will be competing for spots based on how well sheets are written. Just putting that out there in advance!

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Deconstructed YA Sci-fi // Teenagers with Powers™

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In a middle-class suburb in the midwest, a ragtag gang of misfits accidentally unearth a global conspiracy: Bodysnatching aliens. These extraterrestrial invaders have dominated earth in secret for thousands of years, and have maintained their rule by walking among their subjugated hosts in disguise, implanting subliminal messages to promote capitalism and warfare, which are really only part of a formula to keep their hosts alive and running for as long as possible. Just about every famous person ever, from The Beatles to Christ to Hitler, have been aliens in disguise, essentially playing roles that inspire everything from admiration to hatred, in order to instill beliefs that the parasitic invaders see fit. One question you could ask is "If they're trying to keep humans alive, why not reinforce messages of peace?". This'll be explained as Earth not being the first of their subjugated planets, and that warmblooded carbon-based lifeforms usually respond most predictably to greed. Thus, Capitalism was created!

These invaders live by implanting themselves in the ears of the host, usually by another controlled host or while the victim sleeps. Though they are vastly more intelligent than humans, capable of controlling bodies they inhabit and accessing host memories with psychic abilities, their physical forms are little more than maggotlike slugs that lack any sense but touch. As you might've imagined, a hideous spacefaring race who need to forcefully implant themselves in the brains of their victims to experience life have developed a pretty equal number of superiority and inferiority complexes, making them just irrational enough to make believable villains.

Our characters will be a group of teenagers. As you might've expected from every single one of my RPs some other stuff I've done, the RP itself will be based on character interactions, character relations, and character arcs that play out in a mostly episodic nature. For all intents and purposes, the characters will be walking 90's tropes who deal with interpersonal drama that plays an equal part in the story as their war against an intergalactic arm. I've been on a kick with literary themes and characters with multiple vague motifs and themes, so that might also be a thing. Expect obnoxious color coding.

If you couldn't tell already, I'm borrowing largely from two sources. Animorphs and They Live. They Live, because, conspiracy capitalism aliens. Animorphs, because brainslugs and teenagers with alien powers. Wait, what did you just say, Deadbeat? Do mine own ears deceive me? Nay. Teenagers with alien powers. They'll be bestowed by a dying member of a rival race to the bodysnatchers. If there's interest in playing an alien, we'll have a copilot survive or something, but they'll need to disguise themselves somehow. Maybe species disguises are a common thing in outer space. Anyway, the powers are still undecided, though I'll probably either go with general hancock-style flying brick superpowers, specific powers, or a shared power like the Animorph's morphing or The Power Rangers' suits. If anyone has any suggestions we can all agree on, I'm willing to hear 'em too.

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Current Power Ideas

Flying Brick

An assortment of abilities including but not limited to: Flight, Super Strength, Super Toughness, and usually at least one of Super Speed, Eye Beams, Super Senses, or Super Breath. Part of the reason for the popularity of this power set is that it allows for a flexible variety of story situations that are easy to set up within relatively normal human definitions, albeit to a superhuman degree.

Powered Armor

Somewhere between The Power Rangers, Blue Beetle, and Iron Man. The characters will be given pseudosentient power suits to fight baddies that probably clamp over them with cool sound effects. Jetboots, laser cannons, possibly shoulder-mounted guns and whatnot. I'm drawing a blank as to how they can be different suits with different powers, so this option will focus combat more on strategy than special, personalized powers.

Morphing

Disguising as another species is a thing the invaders do, so it stands to reason that the heroes can do so too. This option, our characters will have an animal transformation power and the RP will more or less be "deconstructed animorphs", especially considering the timeframe. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I love me some merphs.

Psychic Powers

Don't let this dissuade you if you're really into the other options, but this one is my favorite. Our characters are gifted with ESP-style psychic abilities, and will probably get a little X-Filesy. Telekinesis, mindreading, subconsciously performing several manual tasks at once because it looks cool, etc. Think Akira, without the japanese apocalypse or biker gangs.

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@Deadbeatwalking What's the IC Posting order? I mean, when are we clear to post again or..?

@Esoteric

NO ORDER
ANARCHY

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Will do. So far, all I have is that there's a chinatown, a haitian neighborhood, Borouse Street and Aura Park. Also, Aura Borouse. Ouroboros. Your minds should all be blown, god damn it.

Anyway I'll PM you some stuff in the morning.

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@NuttsnBolts Sweet! We'll use this, I just gotta figure out some locations now.

@sakurasan Unfortunately, we're full up now, but if we lose any players after the opening rush, which is usually how it goes, I'll hit you up.

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"That's right officer, I see it right now. A huge brawl, right in Aura Park. I think they've got a gun."
BJ stood alone in a grimy phonebooth, twiddling the cord casually between his fingers.
"Thank you officer. Yes... Yes, that's correct." He paused for a moment, spitting the black-and-yellow shell of a sunflower seed out of the bottom of his mask.
"Henry Bogg, sir. Thank you, yes. I'd be willing to write this officially, that's correct. I want a peaceful city just like you."

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Every bike had its own sound. Some sounded like lawn mowers, some sounded like smaller cars, and some sounded like chainsaws. BJ's was about as subtle as a pond-hopper. It was small, lightweight, and maneuverable, but it was loud as all hell. Fortunately for BJ, loudness was a part of the lifestyle. BJ didn't roll into Aura Park in the shadows, he announced his presence a block in advance. The park was made of cracking cement, with benches, water fountains, and handball courts covered in layers of cyan and magenta scribblings. At the center of the park was a fountain that had been dry for years, as if by some drought, and filled with a thin layer of trash and broken glass. Its color was a hotly contested issue that changed day to day with different tags and throw-ups, though currently, it stood out with a hot pink paintjob as opposed to BJ's clan's brilliant blue. Such was life.

He disengaged the motor with a turn of his key, and set the motorcycle on the side of the fountain, pulling a small brown bag out of his jacket and setting it inside of the fountain, hidden by the rim. With little else to do, Bj sat on the fountain's rim and pulled a small plastic packet out of his pocket, tearing it open and pulling out a Twizzler. He placed one end of the red confection into his mouth's mask hole, feeding it in a few inches before he was able to grab it with his teeth and begin pulling in bites.

After a few minutes and a half a pack of twizzlers, BJ heard an all-too familiar noise. Razors.

In the distance, BJ saw a crowd of nine or ten hooting and hollering, jumping up and shouting insults he was too far to decipher. In the middle was Gary, in all of his five feet and five inches of glory. He wore a yellow and pink Hawaiian shirt, with a black pair of sunglasses and white shorts. Surrounding him were eight or so flunkies in masks, mostly rhinos and gorillas. The kind of masks meatheads would pick. Two carried machetes, one carried a knife, and another -- a heavyset gorilla in a Bulls jersey -- brandished a meat cleaver.

None ran towards him, or even sped their pace. Instead, they flocked towards him slowly, trying to soak up as much swagger and machismo on their way. When they were about fifteen feet away, they collectively stopped behind Gary, who took the center stage.

"You've got a lot of chutzpah, Goat."

BJ said nothing in return, though he pulled a small blue bic out of his pocket, bringing it to the stub peeking out of his mask.

"Thought you quit."

BJ said nothing and leaned back, sliding his hands to the back edge of the rim, in a reclined position. He tossed the twizzler over his shoulder quickly, as to not give Gary enough time to see it wasn't a cigarette. That wouldn't be part of the plan. BJ flicked the lighter a few times, giving him an almost campfire-light scowl in the darkness.

"I hear you like to fight. You wanna fight my boys?"

BJ flicked the lighter again, pulling his hand back behind the fountain's rim where he sat, just above the bag he had pulled out. This time, he wasn't silent.

"Reckon I might."

The bag was lit, and more importantly, the wick was lit. In a flash of motion, BJ flicked his arm fowards, launching a wick-tipped wine bottle out of the bag as if he were skipping a rock. It landed at Gary's feet, shattering in an eruption of flames. Wasting no time, BJ hopped on the seat of his Triumph, clicking the key into ignition and taking off around the fountain's curve. He didn't have enough time to see if he was successful, but he heard that he was successful. Hell, he smelled that he was successful. Fortunately, tonight was shrimp night, and not barbecue night. That would've been too grim, BJ thought as he sped out of the park. He heard the blazing fire rise, and the heat on his back. Over that, over all of it, he heard screams.

Behind him, somewhere, he heard the sirens of a cop car pulling into Aura Park.
Right on time.

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I'll get a sort-of setting description up eventually, but for the most part you can just make places up.

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Are we still posting cool glitch gifs?

Anyway, submissions are now officially CLOSED unless your name is @Wade Wilson. If wade submits that Bomber, then there'll be room for another Razor, but until then we're going with eight on either side, though keep in mind the number might change with betrayals, character deaths, and other hijinks.

EDIT: Also, another thing! Gonna update the OOC in a few to include a few post-related things. Things is the word I'm using because "rules" sounds too much like the covered stuff has to be in every post or something. You'll see.

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Shoutout to @Esoteric for writing the descriptions I didn't have, which were all of like, four guys.