Martian

Dungeon Denizen (OPEN TO ALL)

Interested. Would it be possible to play as something like a Drow, Orc, Lizardman, or something a little more out there like a giant talking spider?

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

So I decided to not go straight up Blue Beetle. But I did keep the whole alien artifact combining with a regular guy.

Dragoon

Real Name:

Lowell George

Hero Name:

Dragoon

Appearance:

Lowell stands at roughly 5’7’’ with a slim build and pale skin. His hair is blond and short, and parted to the side with added silver streaks. Clothing wise Lowell wears simple jeans and t-shirts, and usually some form of jacket or sweater over it. He used to wear glasses over his emerald eyes, but since fusing with the Dragonheart he no longer requires them.

Lowell is fused with the Dragonheart, a crimson orb-like device that is embedded in the centre of his chest. When he activates the Dragonheart, it spreads nano-machines throughout his body that form a thin but durable chrome armour around his entire body. Lowell also sprouts mechanical wings that glow with a blue energy that allows for flight. Two gauntlets also form on his hands, also glowing with blue energy. Lowell can at any time deactivate the Dragonheart, causing all the nano-machines to instantly break down and return to the orb.

Sex:

Male

Age:

19

Powers:

Lowell’s powers come from the Dragonheart, a piece of alien technology embedded in his chest. The Dragonheart has a basic AI built into it, one that can telepathically communicate with Lowell, explaining things and offering advice. Lowell has the ability to tell the Dragonheart to activate, triggering a flood of nano-machines to leave the device and cover Lowell’s body in a layer of armour. This armour is super durable and grants super strength to Lowell. The nano-machines also create wings, which when powered by the blue energy flowing through it allows for flight in any environment. A pair of power gauntlets are also formed, which allow to Lowell to fire the blue energy or create a temporary shield. As a last resort Lowell can shoot Dragonfire, a powerful beam of energy that originates from the core of the Dragonheart itself. While devastatingly powerful, it takes up a lot of the energy of the Dragonheart and could result in it shutting down.

Personality:

Lowell usually comes off as a nice guy, someone pleasant to be around. He rarely takes things too seriously and is always down to try new things. However, he is also not the most reliable guy, and many who know him long enough know that not to put too much faith in him. While he has made efforts to try and improve himself, Lowell is not really sure how and often falls back on the same negative behaviours.

While in his Dragoon alter-ego, Lowell is still a fun loving guy who is always ready to make a joke. Despite the danger involved, Lowell views being a hero as a fun hobby. As such he tends not to pay too much attention to the safety of others, while being confident that he is safe in his armour.

History:

In ancient times there existed a kingdom on Earth called Hyporia. A jewel of society among the primitive people of the planet, Hyporia attracted the attention of rival alien races, the Rulgi and the Ophideus. The Rulgi experimented on the natives of Hyporia, granting them many super-powers. In turn the Ophideus created the Dragonhearts, artifacts that combined with the humans and gave them battle armour. It wasn’t long until the two sides clashed, the battle destroying all of Hyporia. In the end all the Dragonhearts were seemingly destroyed, save one that remained hidden in the ruins. The surviving empowered of Hyporia left for other lands, fading into myth. Eventually the Rulgi and Ophideus departed Earth, leaving almost no trace that they were ever there.

Fast forward to modern day and Lowell George is born, son of two novelists living in Second City. Lowell was the younger son of the family, his brother Darren born four years before. Growing up Lowell and Darren were very close, sharing many interests such as movies, martial arts, and food. However it would soon become apparent that Darren was the high achiever, while Lowell just coasted by. Darren would make the honour roll and write for the school paper, while Lowell would do the bare minimum academically and maybe try out for a sports team. Lowell soon came to believe that his parents valued Darren more than him, causing him to have a more strained relationship with his brother.

Eventually, Lowell graduated from high school, unsure of what to do next. He had decided to take a year off before applying for college, wanting to explore the world. For a while he considered becoming a novelist like his parents, but found that he didn’t have the drive to write. So he found a job at a grocery store, working for minimum wage. This didn’t help with how Lowell viewed himself in relation to others. Knowing that his older brother was working on a master’s degree in history at Second City University, Lowell tried to get interested in studies as well. To that end he decided to go to a local museum as they had an exhibit on recently found relics from the ruins of Hyporia.

While Lowell checked out the exhibit, the museum was attacked by a gang of mercenaries looking to loot the exhibition. In the excitement of the attack, Lowell bumped into an exhibit, causing an orb to fall toward him. When the orb touched Lowell it combined with him, explaining that it was a Dragonheart. With the help of the built in AI, Lowell transformed into a battle armour and was able to fight off the mercenaries. Keeping the Dragonheart a secret, Lowell decided to try and see if being a superhero was his calling. So by day he worked at the grocery store, but by night he defended Second City as the Dragoon.

Family:

- Alfred George (Father, 53, Novelist)
- Maria George (Mother, 51, Novelist)
- Darren George (Brother, 23, Student)

Equipment:

Besides the Dragonheart, which grants him powers and a helpful AI, Lowell doesn’t carry much. Usually all that he has on him is his phone, wallet, and a gaming handheld.

Skills:

Lowell doesn’t have many job related skills as he hasn’t pursued post-secondary education. What he does know is some Tae Kwon Do, from childhood martial arts classes, and car repair, thanks to shop class. Lowell is also a pretty good singer, but he doesn’t often sing.

Theme Song:

deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire - Ghosts N Stuff

For Whom the Bell Tolls

@Ozzoquen
I don't really use discord, but I do check my messages on the guild often so that is probably the best way to reach me.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Eli yawned for the umpteenth time in the past few minutes, the hum of the slushie machine the only thing keeping him awake. Glancing down at his phone, Eli was pleased to see that his shift ended in a minute. He knew he had done a real solid for his co-worker by taking the early, early, morning shift. Eli hoped that he would remember that if he ever had a need.

With drooping eyes, Eli stared at his phone, waiting for the fifty-nine to become a zero. As he gazed intently at his phone, it began to buzz and play a simple electronic beat, indicating a call was coming in. Eli made note to change his ring tone as it was still set to the default as he clicked on the call.

“Hello?” Eli asked sleepily.

The response was a man telling him to come to him. Eli was initially puzzled before deciding that it was a prank. Just as he was ending the call he heard the man’s address. Fifth and Durum, not far from where Eli was right now. But Eli wouldn’t be heading that way as his shift was now down and he wanted to go home and sleep. Right on schedule a heavy-set bald man entered the store, Carl the man whose shift was next.

“Long night, day, or whatever Eli?” Carl chuckled as he approached the counter.

Eli yawned, “Yeah. Pretty dull besides the people leaving the bar at 2 AM and coming here to get doritos.”

“True, true. Hey man, have you heard about these crazy attacks?” Carl asked.

“What crazy attacks?” Eli asked as he made his way out of the shop.

“I don’t know really, but it’s been blowing up all over social media. Like mass murders and crap.”

“Seriously?” Eli turned to him.

“Yeah man. But some people say the police stopped it already, so you’re probably good.”

“Alright man. You be safe as well, okay?”

Carl just nodded as he positioned himself behind the counter. Eli then left the store, instinctively checking that he had his switchblade on him still. While Eli was not one to believe internet craziness, Carl’s account had unnerved him. With a quickened pace, Eli made his way back toward his apartment. While he didn’t like walking these streets so much, as he was without a car and the transit service was very sparse in this part of town, he had no choice.

“How ya’ doing Eli?” asked an old man.

Eli looked over and saw Tommy, a haggard looking homeless veteran, and his dog Clint. “You know, same crap different day.”

Tommy laughed in response, followed by a bout of coughing caused by too many cigarettes and years living on the cold streets. The coughing was cut short by the growling of Clint. Both Tommy and Eli turned to see what he was growling at. About where Eli had been a minute ago stood a man in a suit, walking with a limp and blood dropping out of his nose. As the man got closer, Clint began to bark loudly, pulling on his leash.

“Woah, boy. It’s probably just a drunk,” laughed Tommy.

But Clint continued to bark, eventually pulling his leash from Tommy’s hands. Clint then bounded down the street, before diving into the man, knocking him to the ground. Shouting an expletive, Tommy launched after his dog, Eli following close behind. As the drew near the man they could see that Clint was tearing into him, drawing blood.

“Bad dog! Damn it!” Tommy said as he pulled his dog off the man, “Sorry sir. He didn’t mean no harm. He jus-”

Tommy was interrupted as the man grabbed his arm and then bit down into it. Tommy screamed as the flesh was ripped from his arm. Eli froze as the man continued to eat Tommy’s arm. But then Clint jumped into the way, breaking the man’s hold on Tommy. Eli then regained control of his body and managed to pry Tommy away from his attacker.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” hollered Eli as he pulled Tommy to his feet.

Wincing in pain, Tommy began to run from his attacker, Clint now following behind him. Back behind Eli kicked the man in the face, causing him to fall fully onto the ground, before sprinting after Tommy. As Eli ran he quickly looked back just to see that more of the mysterious attackers had shown up, seeing two people huddled over another person laying prone.

“Shit!” Eli caught up with Tommy, “We need someone to check out that arm.”

Tommy grimaced, “Hospital’s too far. Is there a drug store?”

Eli glanced at Tommy’s wound, “There’s a pharmacy a block from where I live. It’s just down Durum. Can you manage till then?”

“Yeah,” Tommy mumbled.

Eli was covered in sweat, caused not by exercise but by fear, as they ran down the street. As they put distance from Tommy’s attacker, people screaming and the occasional gunshot began to fill the streets. Eli took his switchblade, praying that between that and a guard dog, would be enough to get through this chaos.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Roger D’Monty

Roger was mortified as the bowl of fruit collided with the lion. Roger quickly wiped away the noodles from his face, only to see that the lion was mere inches away from his face. Roger inwardly said a quick prayer to not have him kill him. His anxious mind then began to go even faster, wondering how many hundreds of years it had been since a predator had killed a prey, and if it was speciesist to even consider that.

However that didn’t happen. The lion instead suggested in whisper that they make a scene of it so that they both came out looking good. At first Roger didn’t fully grasp what he had meant, that was until the lion grabbed some drinks and flung them at unsuspecting cafeteria goers. Once again a feeling of shock overtook Roger as a cola collided with a rhino’s fine clothing. But then came a thrill as something wild was happening.

While at first opposed to the idea of throwing food, Roger was quickly coming around as he the look of excitement on the lion’s face. It was then that Roger recalled the words of his older brother Julian on college: go crazy and take risks. Roger decided to abide by these wise words, grabbing a cup of orange juice and slugging it at finely dressed flamingo. The juice drenched his beak and began to leak down onto his expensive jacket. Before anyone could do anything Roger passed by a pig and grabbed a plate of something, he wasn’t really sure what pigs ate. He then tossed the plate of mystery food into the air, not entirely sure of who it would hit.

Roger then began to laugh, a deep throaty laugh, like one that was needed for a very long time. He then looked over to where he had tossed the food, only to see it had all landed on the head of a very large buffalo. The buffalo huffed as some kind of brown food stuff crept down his neck and onto his Eukary University athletics jacket.

“Sorry about that sir,” Roger was still giggling, “But wasn’t that fun?”

“No,” the buffalo huffed as he moved toward Roger.

“Well, uh, sorry?” Roger felt very small in front of the buffalo.

As Roger prepared for a beat down, a shriek caused everyone to turn their heads back. “You’ve stained my heirloom ascot!” shouted the flamingo.

Roger took this momentary reprise to turn and bolt out of the cafeteria, passing the lion on the way out. Roger kept running, making it far, even with his small rodent legs. By the time that Roger finally stopped running he saw that he was now outside, in front of the men’s dorm building. He then looked back to where he had come from to see if the lion had also followed behind.

Avengers NEO

BUMP!

Still looking for interested players. Depending on interest I may start the roleplay with a smaller group.

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Hey another interested person here. I read in the interest check that this will be a mostly original world, with some DC elements. I was wondering how much that will play into the roleplay. The character I'm thinking of would have a similar power set to Blue Beetle, in that he gets powers from an alien artifact. If that character concept doesn't work let me know and I can come up with something else.

The Order

Arthur Romero

Arthur Romero
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25 - May 17 2025 - Male - Order

^{Billy Talent - Rusted from the Rain}

A p p e a r a n c e Arthur stands at 5’11’’ and weighs 175 lbs, possessing a very slim and athletic build. His skin is very pale, seemingly never tanning in the sun. His skin is mostly blemish free, save some scars from his days wandering the wastes. Arthur has medium length brown hair, which he keeps parted to his left side. He hasn’t changed his hairstyle in years. One of the first things people notice about Arthur is that he has heretochromia. One eye is brown in color, while the other is blue. Arthur tends to wear athletic wear most days, prioritizing his ability to move freely in them over style or fashion. His clothes are generally mono color in design, usually a simple black, blue, or grey. The one thing Arthur does indulge in is running shoes, as he is always looking for new pairs when he is exploring the land outside the Order.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s Sexuality: Bisexual Willingness towards romance from 1 to 10: 4 Living family members: Kevin Romero (Father) Any current companions: None

P e r s o n a l i t y Arthur can be described as the strong, silent type, appearing very aloof. This is not helped by the fact that he rarely initiates any conversation, preferring the company of his own thoughts to whatever others have to say. This stems back to his many years living in the wastes, where he learnt to rely on himself and no one else. This is particularly of note with his own family as he blames his father for the death of the rest of his family. This anger that he holds onto has aided Arthur in his role as a soldier, as his acts of violence work as a release for him. Another quirk caused by the failure of his relationship with his father is that Arthur is always looking for validation from others. In recent years he has found validation from the Order, as they praise him for as long as serves them. This means that Arthur accepts orders without question, and has dedicated his life to fulfilling said orders.

B a c k g r o u n d Arthur was born in New Orleans, five years before the great disaster. For the first few years, Arthur had a normal childhood, living with a loving family. But then the world was changed irrevocably. The Romeros were one of the lucky families to escape New Orleans as it was engulfed in a mega-hurricane and tsunami, wiping it off the map. For the next year Arthur and his family bounced around from one disaster relief camp to another. Soon after that, the government fully collapsed, and the camps broke up. Without a central power, bandits and warlords took over the lands, making life hard for everybody. Within a span of five years Arthur lost almost his whole family to things like raids, famine, and disease. It eventually became just Arthur and his father wandering the lands, just trying to stay alive. It was when things were at their most bleak that they heard of the Order, and the safety they offered. They quickly made their way to the wall of the Order, where they were admitted. Arthur’s father was made a farmer, while Arthur himself was tested and determined that being a soldier would be best. For the next few months, Arthur was put through basic training. His drill sergeant saw something in him and recommended him for experimentation. Given no choice in the matter, Arthur was put through the full experimental procedure. The experiment nearly killed Arthur, leaving him sickly and weak at first. However, within a few weeks Arthur’s strength returned as his powers developed. Now with the power of enhanced speed and agility, Arthur was assigned the job of a scout. It was his job to leave the walls of the Order and look for survivors, supplies, and enemy movement. Arthur has taken greatly to this role as it allows him to travel and remain in the solitude of his own company.

S k i l l s - Parkour - First Aid - Stealth	E q u i p m e n t - Knives - First Aid Kit - Hand Gun - Binoculars

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If experimented on, continue

Ability from experimentation: Enhanced Speed and Agility
What made you stand out to be recruited?: Arthur clearly displayed a survivor attitude and resilience, as well as a need to follow orders and seek validation, making him an ideal soldier.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Roger D’Monty

The flickering lights of the cafeteria caught Roger’s eye as he entered the room. He was pretty sure they had fixed that last month, but alas it seemed to have started again. While slightly annoying, Roger didn’t consider it a crucial issue, as he just came here to eat and not hang out. He also understood that the University’s focus right now was the Winter Carnival and not on some lighting issues. So, Roger tried to ignore the occasional flicker as he walked up to the kitchen staff. Before he could ask what the special was, the bovine lunch lady pointed to a note on the wall listing what they were serving today.

Roger quickly looked over the list, finding a lot of insect options. It was times like these that Roger wished he was born an omnivore so that he could have the best of both worlds. But as he was a herbivore, Roger selected the grass noodles, a cheap staple among herbivores, and grabbed a bowl of fruit salad for dessert. Carrying one dish in each hand, Roger looked out across the cafeteria to find seating. As it was later at night, the cafeteria was pretty barren, so Roger easily found an empty table where he could eat in peace. As he started to walk over to the table, he was immediately surprised by someone shouting, asking what the special was tonight.

Roger’s fur raised slightly in shock at the intrusion, but he quickly recovered, his body calming down. Taking another step forward, Roger unfortunately wasn’t looking at the ground, and thusly didn’t see the pile of slush on the floor. As soon as he put his foot down, Roger immediately began to slip backward. Through various improbabilities, Roger let go of the fruit salad bowl, causing it to fly into the air. Meanwhile, Roger fell backward onto another table, pushing the food of a pair of deer off the table, as the grass noodles landed on his face. As Roger quickly saw that the bowl of fruit salad was heading right for the black lion who had shouted earlier. Roger muttered an expletive as things seemed to move in slow motion from his point of view.

The Order

Working on a character. Will hopefully have it finished and up sometime today.

Edit: Finished the character sheet. The relationships section keeps on looking a little wonky, so if someone more familiar with bbcode could help me out with it that would be great.

Arthur Romero

Arthur Romero
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25 - May 17 2025 - Male - Order

^{Billy Talent - Rusted from the Rain}

A p p e a r a n c e Arthur stands at 5’11’’ and weighs 175 lbs, possessing a very slim and athletic build. His skin is very pale, seemingly never tanning in the sun. His skin is mostly blemish free, save some scars from his days wandering the wastes. Arthur has medium length brown hair, which he keeps parted to his left side. He hasn’t changed his hairstyle in years. One of the first things people notice about Arthur is that he has heretochromia. One eye is brown in color, while the other is blue. Arthur tends to wear athletic wear most days, prioritizing his ability to move freely in them over style or fashion. His clothes are generally mono color in design, usually a simple black, blue, or grey. The one thing Arthur does indulge in is running shoes, as he is always looking for new pairs when he is exploring the land outside the Order.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s Sexuality: Bisexual Willingness towards romance from 1 to 10: 4 Living family members: Kevin Romero (Father) Any current companions: None

P e r s o n a l i t y Arthur can be described as the strong, silent type, appearing very aloof. This is not helped by the fact that he rarely initiates any conversation, preferring the company of his own thoughts to whatever others have to say. This stems back to his many years living in the wastes, where he learnt to rely on himself and no one else. This is particularly of note with his own family as he blames his father for the death of the rest of his family. This anger that he holds onto has aided Arthur in his role as a soldier, as his acts of violence work as a release for him. Another quirk caused by the failure of his relationship with his father is that Arthur is always looking for validation from others. In recent years he has found validation from the Order, as they praise him for as long as serves them. This means that Arthur accepts orders without question, and has dedicated his life to fulfilling said orders.

B a c k g r o u n d Arthur was born in New Orleans, five years before the great disaster. For the first few years, Arthur had a normal childhood, living with a loving family. But then the world was changed irrevocably. The Romeros were one of the lucky families to escape New Orleans as it was engulfed in a mega-hurricane and tsunami, wiping it off the map. For the next year Arthur and his family bounced around from one disaster relief camp to another. Soon after that, the government fully collapsed, and the camps broke up. Without a central power, bandits and warlords took over the lands, making life hard for everybody. Within a span of five years Arthur lost almost his whole family to things like raids, famine, and disease. It eventually became just Arthur and his father wandering the lands, just trying to stay alive. It was when things were at their most bleak that they heard of the Order, and the safety they offered. They quickly made their way to the wall of the Order, where they were admitted. Arthur’s father was made a farmer, while Arthur himself was tested and determined that being a soldier would be best. For the next few months, Arthur was put through basic training. His drill sergeant saw something in him and recommended him for experimentation. Given no choice in the matter, Arthur was put through the full experimental procedure. The experiment nearly killed Arthur, leaving him sickly and weak at first. However, within a few weeks Arthur’s strength returned as his powers developed. Now with the power of enhanced speed and agility, Arthur was assigned the job of a scout. It was his job to leave the walls of the Order and look for survivors, supplies, and enemy movement. Arthur has taken greatly to this role as it allows him to travel and remain in the solitude of his own company.

S k i l l s - Parkour - First Aid - Stealth	E q u i p m e n t - Knives - First Aid Kit - Hand Gun - Binoculars

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If experimented on, continue

Ability from experimentation: Enhanced Speed and Agility
What made you stand out to be recruited?: Arthur clearly displayed a survivor attitude and resilience, as well as a need to follow orders and seek validation, making him an ideal soldier.