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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
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Well remind me never to undergo a face operation. I can't stand soup! Here's to hoping for a speedy recovery for you Tyler.
Very late and not quite as thorough as I would have liked but I have moved us forward!
S E B A S T I A N S C O T T:
3:30 PM, First Day of Class | Mather Memorial High School
While he may not have been as fast as Aiden to leave the classroom, Sebastian was certainly no slouch as he booked it out the door. Sliding down the hallway banister as he made his way to the school's main level, Sebastian sneered at the football team as he went by before heading out the door. With the evening off, Sebastian was basically free to do whatever he pleased, his parents wouldn't expect him home before dark and there was little chance he'd make curfew to begin with.
Once the school was out of his view, Sebastian took a look around. Seeing no one nearby, the teen took a deep breath and took a few steps forward before disappearing into a blur as his powers took over, propelling Sebastian through the park at blinding speed. Minutes passed as the scenery changed drastically from the greens of Mather to the dirty stone of Crestwood's downtown. The smell of salt hung in the air as the moist air blew in from the harbour washing over the district as Sebastian came to a stop in an old brick alley. The rougher end of the city always felt more like home to the young teen as he strode out to the main sidewalk and leaned against a wall. Tucking his hands in his pockets, Sebastian propped a foot up as he watched the people walking by, numerous cars making their way through the harbour as they avoided the heavier traffic of Crestwood's main stretch.
"No I already told you..." The angered sound of a man's voice caught Sebastian's attention as he turned his head towards the sound. The man in question was in a tailored business suit, a large cellphone pressed against his head while a briefcase hung loosely in his hand. Surveying the man, Sebastian noted a fat wallet hanging in the man's jacket as a light breeze blew it open. Flinching, Sebastian moved faster than the eye could track as he returned exactly to where he had been standing. The primary difference was a wallet now hanging in his hand as Sebastian thumbed its contents. Pulling the cash out of its folds, Sebastian rushed forward and replaced the wallet before taking off. Counting the bills, Sebastian smirked as the total rolled past three hundred.
Perhaps today was a good day after all.
Once the school was out of his view, Sebastian took a look around. Seeing no one nearby, the teen took a deep breath and took a few steps forward before disappearing into a blur as his powers took over, propelling Sebastian through the park at blinding speed. Minutes passed as the scenery changed drastically from the greens of Mather to the dirty stone of Crestwood's downtown. The smell of salt hung in the air as the moist air blew in from the harbour washing over the district as Sebastian came to a stop in an old brick alley. The rougher end of the city always felt more like home to the young teen as he strode out to the main sidewalk and leaned against a wall. Tucking his hands in his pockets, Sebastian propped a foot up as he watched the people walking by, numerous cars making their way through the harbour as they avoided the heavier traffic of Crestwood's main stretch.
"No I already told you..." The angered sound of a man's voice caught Sebastian's attention as he turned his head towards the sound. The man in question was in a tailored business suit, a large cellphone pressed against his head while a briefcase hung loosely in his hand. Surveying the man, Sebastian noted a fat wallet hanging in the man's jacket as a light breeze blew it open. Flinching, Sebastian moved faster than the eye could track as he returned exactly to where he had been standing. The primary difference was a wallet now hanging in his hand as Sebastian thumbed its contents. Pulling the cash out of its folds, Sebastian rushed forward and replaced the wallet before taking off. Counting the bills, Sebastian smirked as the total rolled past three hundred.
Perhaps today was a good day after all.
S E B A S T I A N S C O T T:
11:47 PM, First Day of Class | The Beau, North-East City
Coming to a halt on the rickety patio of a run down house, Sebastian slowly opened the aged screen door being careful not to allow it to slam behind him. Tip toeing into the kitchen, Sebastian lifted a foot slowly onto the bottom step. Gingerly placing his weight on the step, Sebastian cursed every fiber of his being as a loud creak echoed through the quiet house. Suddenly a gust of air hit Sebastian's face as he found a hand around his throat, throwing him into a nearby wall. Cracked drywall dug into Sebastian's back as he struggled to breath against the arm firmly placed against his throat.
"Why are you home so late boy?" The man growled as Sebastian was forced to look his father in the face. The distinctive smell of alcohol flooded Sebastian's nostrils as the drunkard spit landed on his son's face. His spare hand suddenly snaked to Sebastian's pocket as he retrieved the remaining cash from the boy's pocket. "You've been stealing again boy? Where'd you get this?"
Struggling to speak, Sebastian moved to reply only for his father to cuff him across the head.
"Holding out on me and your poor mother! Y'know she sobbed herself to sleep when you weren't home again tonight. I had to shut the bitch up just to enjoy my drink." He smirked as Sebastian began to struggle against his grip. Balling his hands into fists, Sebastian began to swing at his father only for the drunkard to darkly chuckle.
"You want to hurt me boy? C'mon then!" Rex Scott taunted as he moved again, using the momentum of his speed to toss Sebastian across the room. Crying out as he collided with a tall lamp, sparks illuminated the dark room as shards of glass embedded themselves in skin already covered in scars and bruises. "Come at then boy!" Rex yelled as Sebastian struggled to his feet.
"I hate you!" Sebastian screamed as he turned and dove for the window, the glass shattering as the boy took off into the night leaving his home behind.
"Why are you home so late boy?" The man growled as Sebastian was forced to look his father in the face. The distinctive smell of alcohol flooded Sebastian's nostrils as the drunkard spit landed on his son's face. His spare hand suddenly snaked to Sebastian's pocket as he retrieved the remaining cash from the boy's pocket. "You've been stealing again boy? Where'd you get this?"
Struggling to speak, Sebastian moved to reply only for his father to cuff him across the head.
"Holding out on me and your poor mother! Y'know she sobbed herself to sleep when you weren't home again tonight. I had to shut the bitch up just to enjoy my drink." He smirked as Sebastian began to struggle against his grip. Balling his hands into fists, Sebastian began to swing at his father only for the drunkard to darkly chuckle.
"You want to hurt me boy? C'mon then!" Rex Scott taunted as he moved again, using the momentum of his speed to toss Sebastian across the room. Crying out as he collided with a tall lamp, sparks illuminated the dark room as shards of glass embedded themselves in skin already covered in scars and bruises. "Come at then boy!" Rex yelled as Sebastian struggled to his feet.
"I hate you!" Sebastian screamed as he turned and dove for the window, the glass shattering as the boy took off into the night leaving his home behind.
S E B A S T I A N S C O T T:
7:00 PM, Day of the Dance | Mather Memorial High School
Music echoed from the school's gymnasium as Sebastian entered. Having dodged the entry fee thanks to his speed, Sebastian had a few dollars left in his pocket should he require any refreshments. With a metabolism like his, Sebastian had to eat quite often. Feeling down the edge of his new threads, Sebastian couldn't help but think they looked better on him than they had on the mannequin in the window. Strutting down the dance floor, Sebastian eyed up a group of seniors as they entered in costumes. He had forgotten this was that type of dance, but he wouldn't have dressed for the occasion anyways. Looking around for some familiar faces, Sebastian noted that Mr. Lehrer was one of the dance's chaperone's. Elroy was also naturally here, his arm out of its sling and only lightly bandaged. His attire was rather bizarre beyond that, wearing several different items all patterned with various shapes depicting the moon.
"Lunatic." Sebastian muttered as he found a spot against the wall to lean for the time being.
"Lunatic." Sebastian muttered as he found a spot against the wall to lean for the time being.
♠ G M: Lord Wraith ♠ C O - G M ( S ): Undetermined ♠ G E N R E: Superhuman, Modern Fantasy, & Slice of Life ♠ T Y P E: Sandbox with Linear Elements
"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."
-Christopher Reeves
"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."
-Christopher Reeves
Ω P R E M I S E:
Welcome to Absolute DC Universe, where the DC Universe is absolutely yours to shape and mold as you please. The idea behind this RP is not to embody our favourite heroes and villains to simply retell iconic stories and origins but to take these characters and make them our own. In fact the goal of the RP is for players to take their favourite characters and reimagine them to tell their own stories. We only ask that the 'heart' of the character remains the same.
Perhaps you're dying to tell a story about the legendary assassin Deathstroke, a man who has never failed to complete a job until one day he discovers his target is a child reminiscent of his own son. Or maybe you're a fan of Jason Todd, and perhaps he finally became a more brutal Batman who is currently hunting down the head of every crime family in Gotham. Still, you might prefer to write something more lighthearted about the Flash performing the job of a certain other man in a red suit on Christmas Eve. All this and more can happen within the world of Absolute DC Universe.
Perhaps you're dying to tell a story about the legendary assassin Deathstroke, a man who has never failed to complete a job until one day he discovers his target is a child reminiscent of his own son. Or maybe you're a fan of Jason Todd, and perhaps he finally became a more brutal Batman who is currently hunting down the head of every crime family in Gotham. Still, you might prefer to write something more lighthearted about the Flash performing the job of a certain other man in a red suit on Christmas Eve. All this and more can happen within the world of Absolute DC Universe.
Ω A B R A V E N E W W O R L D:
The world has always sought to have heroes and villains. People have told each other stories about beings with powers far greater than the average man since the dawn of time. Stories of men bestowed with gifts from Gods, while others were even the offspring of these beings, demi gods walking the same plain as mere mortals fighting beasts of mythological proportions. Until recently these were thought to just be myths and legends, tales passed down from generation to generation. Yet now men who wield the power of gods walk the Earth along with mere mortals.
However despite this, the world is more on edge than ever. Relations between nations have been tense, many accusing others of creating bio-weapons in the form of these 'new gods'. Crime is on the rise throughout many cities with cops unable to keep up with the escalation of street warfare. Imbued with powers, wealth and intelligence some individuals have begun to take the law into their own hands. Sick of waiting for the system to do its job, men and women have taken to vigilantism and heroics while others have chosen to abuse their abilities establishing themselves as crime lords and anarchists.
However despite this, the world is more on edge than ever. Relations between nations have been tense, many accusing others of creating bio-weapons in the form of these 'new gods'. Crime is on the rise throughout many cities with cops unable to keep up with the escalation of street warfare. Imbued with powers, wealth and intelligence some individuals have begun to take the law into their own hands. Sick of waiting for the system to do its job, men and women have taken to vigilantism and heroics while others have chosen to abuse their abilities establishing themselves as crime lords and anarchists.
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Ω R U L E S & R E G U L A T I O N S:
Ω A P P L I C A T I O N:
Ω F . A . Q .:
I couldn't ask on Skype since the company very conveniently won't allow me to sign in via iOS, but I just wanted to ask where we were at. Tomorrow will be my very last chance to post for a little while so was hoping I would get the opportunity.
Will try to get it up tonight. If not it'll be up tomorrow morning my time. Apologies to everyone, past couple days have been busier than anticipated.
Post is going to be up tomorrow likely. Sorry for the delay everyone.
@lord wraith Just checking in--around when can we expect the next post?
Everything is proceeding with my previous post and you should be able to expect a new post by late tomorrow.
I will be able to finally contribute to that pad tomorrow! Just got through a batch of tests and assignments and it's looking like clear sailing for the weekend!
<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
Be positive.
Not sure if this is an electricity pun or not lol
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