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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.
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Added my CS to the Character Thread plus a separate hider containing her weapons and another hider to potentially add updates (such as relationships with PCs & completed story arc summaries) to my character without changing the original CS.
And stealing lol.
Great idea, I like it.
Please, you guys, take it up with the GM. I hope this was the end. But just in case someone was still planning on adding to the pile:
I do believe the hate on AngelofOctober has gone a bit too far (or maybe just lasted too long), regardless of his arguments and CS. Be respectful everyone, please.
P R E S E N T
Part 1
G O T H A M C I T Y:
May 15th, 2019 - 23:48 | Alley off of 5th Avenue - Burnside
Cold sweat ran down the man’s face as he grabbed a hold of the nearby lamp post, using the pillar to guide him around a sharp corner as he scrambled into the nearby alley. A purse hung from his hand, his grip white-knuckled around the strap as he continued to run, his lungs burning, feet aching as he body fought against his mind to stop running. Fear and adrenaline were his reflex now as the scalloped shadow from above descended upon the alley.
A gun was firmly grasped in his other hand as he began to fire shot after shot. Anything that appeared to move or rustle in the pale moonlight was met with a stray bullet haphazardly fired in its direction until no sound remained in the dark alley but the click of an empty magazine.
The silenced washed over the man filling him with a false sense of relief until a voice broke the stillness of the night.
“You’re empty, motherfucker.”
A gunshot rang out as the man’s own weapon fell from his hand. The clatter seemed to echoed as the man cried out in agony, a white hot searing pain penetrated his hand in the same manner as the bullet that caused the injury. Falling to his knees, the man dropped the purse as he clutched his bleeding hand, the warm trickling of the crimson liquid sending sensations of nausea through his stomach while he struggled to remain conscious.
The shadowed figure descended upon the quickly fading man. The pointed ears and long billowing cape denying an accurate image of the figure’s true shape as she approached the small, a smoking gun in one hand while a second was outstretched towards him. Trembling in fear, the man closed his eyes as the cold muzzle of the outstretched gun was pressed forcefully against his forehead.
”Do you know who the fuck I am?”
“Y-y-you’re the B-Batg-”
“I’m the justice you can’t fuckin’ run from.” The shadowed figure snarled as the gun was suddenly pulled away only for the flash of the muzzle to burn the man’s ear as sound left his world, replaced by a constant ringing.
“Next time I fuckin’ catch you out here, it’s your last!” The so-called ‘Batgirl’ yelled in the man’s remaining good ear before moving the gun to the other side of his head and firing again.
Suddenly the hole in his hand was the least of his problems as the man doubled over, a hand clutching either side of his head as the contents of his stomach emptied themselves from either end.
A brush of air moved past his head as the Batgirl ascended to the rooftops of Burnside, the flashes of red and blue reflecting across the nearby store fronts assured her that the gunshots had attracted the proper authorities to the scene. There was no doubt in Rose’s mind that the man wouldn’t steal another purse for as long as he lived.
Which admittedly if the Batgirl caught him again, wouldn’t be long.
A gun was firmly grasped in his other hand as he began to fire shot after shot. Anything that appeared to move or rustle in the pale moonlight was met with a stray bullet haphazardly fired in its direction until no sound remained in the dark alley but the click of an empty magazine.
The silenced washed over the man filling him with a false sense of relief until a voice broke the stillness of the night.
“You’re empty, motherfucker.”
A gunshot rang out as the man’s own weapon fell from his hand. The clatter seemed to echoed as the man cried out in agony, a white hot searing pain penetrated his hand in the same manner as the bullet that caused the injury. Falling to his knees, the man dropped the purse as he clutched his bleeding hand, the warm trickling of the crimson liquid sending sensations of nausea through his stomach while he struggled to remain conscious.
The shadowed figure descended upon the quickly fading man. The pointed ears and long billowing cape denying an accurate image of the figure’s true shape as she approached the small, a smoking gun in one hand while a second was outstretched towards him. Trembling in fear, the man closed his eyes as the cold muzzle of the outstretched gun was pressed forcefully against his forehead.
”Do you know who the fuck I am?”
“Y-y-you’re the B-Batg-”
“I’m the justice you can’t fuckin’ run from.” The shadowed figure snarled as the gun was suddenly pulled away only for the flash of the muzzle to burn the man’s ear as sound left his world, replaced by a constant ringing.
“Next time I fuckin’ catch you out here, it’s your last!” The so-called ‘Batgirl’ yelled in the man’s remaining good ear before moving the gun to the other side of his head and firing again.
Suddenly the hole in his hand was the least of his problems as the man doubled over, a hand clutching either side of his head as the contents of his stomach emptied themselves from either end.
A brush of air moved past his head as the Batgirl ascended to the rooftops of Burnside, the flashes of red and blue reflecting across the nearby store fronts assured her that the gunshots had attracted the proper authorities to the scene. There was no doubt in Rose’s mind that the man wouldn’t steal another purse for as long as he lived.
Which admittedly if the Batgirl caught him again, wouldn’t be long.
<Snipped quote by Ruby>
-.-' but they are within the canon of this RP So At some point they existed; also excuse me but-
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No they aren't. Superman Prime has never existed within the timeline of this RP.
4 out of 5 fans of the DCU recommend this character.
If you don't like collaborating with others, have diva like tendencies, or generally are disrespectful on the regular... this isn't the game for you.
And there's this.
Just saying, Superman's dead in this RP, so uh, now who can't get their facts right :P
More powers doesn't equal more strength. It's just more options for Lowell. To me it sounds like you didn't put any factors into the scenario at all.
Even if we did put 'factors' into a theoretical scenario, it's highly unlikely that anything we have to say will change your mind. You are your character's creator, it's your masterpiece and taking criticism towards it is going to be hard.
But unfortunately, unless you do take the criticism that has been presented here, there's no way your character will be accepted because, in the eyes of many, Lowell has too many powers. Whether this makes him fit your tiers or not, the fact remains the more powers you pad your character with, the more people begin to look at a character as being well-rounded. And being too well-rounded is not a good thing in an RP.
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