Martian

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

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So I edited the above character sheet to make his origins more vague. If anything else needs changing let me know.

**CANCELLED** Flower Power! - A Plant-Inspired Superpowers RP [OPEN]

Arthur cursed his luck as he sat in the conference’s medical building. An hour back he had the smart idea of walking through the woods for a little bit just to see how dense they were. Less than five minutes into his excursion, Arthur tripped on a root and fell down. While initially just embarrassed, Arthur had more to worry about when he realized he had fallen into a poison ivy plant. Arthur recognized it from many lectures of his parents telling him to avoid it.

By the time Arthur made it back to the conference, his skin had already begun to itch. Arthur tried powering through it, as he didn’t want to miss the keynote speech. But closer to the time of the speech, Arthur’s arms and legs had turned red. He tried his best not to itch, but the compulsion was too strong. As Arthur itched he thought of how poison ivy would be a really evil power to have.

Fed up with this, Arthur approached one of the staff walking about, “You wouldn’t happen to have something to help with poison ivy?”

The staff stared at his red skin, “Yeah, you should probably go see the medical staff. Their building is just down there.”

Arthur looked where she was pointing and did indeed see a white building that said medical. Arthur thanked the staff before running toward the medical building. The uncomfortable feeling of the rash prompted Arthur to run, and then throw open the door.

“Wow. Slow down man,” said the medical staff standing in the centre of the room, “What do you need?”

“Some help with this,” Arthur replied as he raised his red arms toward the staff.

“What? I told them not to have you guys hike through that trail. It’s all poison ivy.”

“Actually this wasn’t a hike. I just kind of wandered into the woods and fell into the ivy,” Arthur replied sheepishly.

“Well. OK,” the staff was a little surprised, “Let’s see if I can help you out.”

The medical staff proceeded to apply some kind of lotion that calmed down the itchiness. It even helped a little with the redness.

“That should do it. If you need anything else then come on back here,” the medical staff stated.

Arthur nodded before leaving and heading to the hall. He arrived just in time to see the end of the icebreaker activity. The people of cabin five were just splitting up for their activities. Arthur looked at his brochure and saw hiking was an option. Arthur considered doing that as he did like hiking and he was pretty sure he couldn’t get double poison ivy.

His attention was then drawn to the quickly forming line of people to show off their powers for a refund. Arthur decided to enter the line as saving money was always good. The only problem would be showing off his powers.

Arthur motioned for a staff member to come over so he could ask them a question, “Hey what do I do if my essence only does something at night?”

“I don’t know man. I don’t work for the BioTech guys, just the building they’re renting. My guess is to wait in line and ask when it’s your turn. Whenever that will be.”

“Thanks,” Arthur replied as the man walked away.

Arthur gazed at how long the line was and sighed. Maybe by the time he reached the front it would be night and he could transform. But at least he didn’t have to itch anymore.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

-A Few Hours Back-

Avi had remained quite for most of the briefing, unsure of if he even needed to say anything. This was his first time working in a group for the OMR. But he was sure that he could handle it. Toward the end of the briefing, the same dwarf in a turtleneck from earlier poked his head through the doorway. Avi glanced over at him as he motioned for him to come into the hallway. As silently as he could, Avi made his way out of the room. He followed the dwarf down the hallway, eventually stopping in front of a small office.

“There’s an urgent call for you Agent Mosley,” the dwarf stated.

“May I ask who it is?” Avi asked as he entered the office.

“An Agent Brock I believe.”

Avi sighed as he picked up the phone. Agent Theodore Brock was one of the higher ranking OMR agents in North America, and had been his handler on his undercover mission in Mexico. He had made his distaste for Avi’s handling of the mission quite public.

“Xaviron Mosley here.”

“Mosley, I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time?” Brock asked.

“Well. I was in a briefing, so-”

“Fine I’ll keep it brief. Romero is dead.”

Avi felt a pang in his chest. Luca Romero was a fellow OMR agent working the Mexico mission with Avi. While the mission had technically been a success, it had ended in a shootout, where Romero had taken several bullets. He had been quickly airlifted to a hospital in Texas.

“How did he die?” Avi asked with the faintest of a quiver in his voice.

“Infection,” Brock answered, “They didn’t clean out one of the holes good enough so it got infected. Then it spread damn quickly.”

Avi was silent.

“Well I thought you should know,” Brock said, his voice cold, “Maybe this mission you won’t fuck up your fellow agents.”

“Goodbye Agent Brock,” Avi replied quickly.

Avi slammed the phone down, while yelling fuck. Once he was done he glanced over at the dwarf in the hall who had heard his scream and seemed bewildered. Avi didn’t save anything as he left the office. He made his way back to the briefing room only to discover that his new team had already left.

Avi then proceeded back to the main office. The receptionist let him know that his team were investigating a warehouse stocked with weapons. Avi wasn’t in the greatest of moods and decided that he wasn’t needed in the field now. Instead he decided to look over the case files, as research always seemed to calm him down. So he requested the pertinent files and sat down at a small desk, going over everything once more.

-Now-

Avi set the final file down while sighing. He gave a glance at the clock on the wall and saw that several hours had elapsed. The time taken to research had indeed calmed him down, so he figured now was the time to rejoin his team. If they asked where he had been he could always say that phone call had taken much longer than it actually did. It was a lie, but Avi was good at lying. It helped make him a good undercover agent.

Avi stood up and turned to the receptionist, “Could you perhaps arrange a driver to pick me up?”

The receptionist nodded and within ten minutes, Avi was outside and getting into an unmarked black car. To his surprise, it was the same elven driver from earlier today. He asked Avi where he was headed, to which Avi supplied the address of the warehouse.

The drive there was uneventful, save when the radio played Rock Me Amadeus, to which Avi tapped along to the song with his fingers. A few minutes after the song finished, the driver pulled up to the building. Avi got out and immediately took out his wand. While he was pretty sure it was a safe situation, Avi knew that there were always dangers involved with working for the OMR.

Upon entering the building, Avi spotted Amanda the android. He was just in ear shot as she described the transport manifest and the nearby house. Also possible bad guys meant Avi was not wrong to have his wand at the ready.

As the rest of the team gathered, Avi made his presence known, “My apologies. A very pressing matter had come up at the office that required my presence. But it would seem I arrived at the correct time. If everyone is prepared then I’ll accompany you all to the location on the manifest.”

Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

Hey I'm back. I got the OK from TheWendil to rejoin the RP. I was going through some bad stuff but I'm doing better and will jump back in when the first race is finsihed.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Here's the character I mentioned.

EDIT: Changed history upon request from GM.

God of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans

Name:

Trineon

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Trineon is tall, standing over six feet. He has a toned body, one that is pale white in colour and blemish free. His face looks quite young and is accented by his piercing light blue eyes. Most notable about Trineon is his hair, as it is dark blue and quite large in volume. His hair seems to jut out in every direction, and it has the magical property of moving around on its own as if Trineon was submerged in water.

Personality:

Perhaps because he is associated with flowing water, Trineon is known as a laid back fellow who goes with whatever comes up in his life. To that end he rarely seeks things out, instead letting them come to him. But once something does come to him, he wholeheartedly embraces it, such as it was with human worship. But behind his prevalent personality of chill, Trineon houses pettiness and anger. Trineon is ashamed of this and what they caused. This led to a period of self-reflection, a period that would lead Trineon to question everything about himself.

Domain:

Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans

Abilities:

Trineon is different than a human in that his body was made for an aquatic life. Trineon has an increased level of endurance, stamina, and strength that is needed for operating underwater. Because of this Trineon is much stronger and heartier than a human. He is also aided underwater by his ability to breathe water and his legendary swimming speed.

Trineon also has dominion over the water, being able to shape it to his will. When near water, Trineon is able to manipulate with his mind, allowing him to control the flow, speed, and direction. Using this ability, Trineon can raise water into the air to create blasts or shields. He also has learnt how to harden the water into tools, such as a hammer or blade. Trineon cannot create water, only control it.

A few other abilities Trineon has is sensing what weather is coming toward where he is, and he can communicate with any animal that lives in or around the water.

Brief Back Story:

For as long as the world has been covered in water, there have been gods to rule over it. One such god was Trineon, who had dominion over bodies of water. He extended his grace to both beast or man when they interacted with the water, granting them drinking water, fish, and other benefits. Eventually people began to worship Trineon, believing that it was necessary for him to help them.

As civilizations became more advanced, they spread far across the water, even crossing oceans. This angered Trineon who believed the humans had over stepped their boundaries. In a moment of rage he unleashed a great storm, which he immediately regretted. However, he wouldn’t have much time to feel bad about it as all the gods would suddenly die.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

This looks really interesting. I have an idea for a god of rivers, lakes, and oceans. I'll put together a character sheet tomorrow.

Returning after a bad time

Thanks for the welcome back everyone!

Returning after a bad time

Hello Guild. Not a new member but a returning one. I kinda disappeared a few months back, for which I apologize to everyone I was RPing with. This was due to a flare up of my depression, something I’ve been battling for years. I fell into a state where I didn’t want to do anything, including hobbies, which includes roleplay. It was a dark place for a few months, but now that I’m finally coming out of it I’m trying to get back into things I used to do. One of the top priorities was writing of some kind, as I haven’t put down a word in a while. And one of my favourite forms of writing is online play-by-post roleplaying. I’ve been roleplaying on and off, on many different sites, since I was a kid and it always brought be happiness. As happiness is something I need right now, it makes sense to get back into RPing. So yeah, that’s my little explanation. I look forward to RPing with whoever I end up with. Cheers!

The Energy Storm

Thomas and the ice generating criminal had barely any time to stand up before the masked man leaped across the street, landing in front of them. Blood was still dribbling from the mouth of the criminal as his attacker raised his fist. Not thinking clearly, Thomas acted on autopilot, placing himself between the criminal and the masked man.

“This is ridiculous! Stop!” Thomas shouted.

The man hesitated, “Get out the way! This fool needs punishing.”

“And who are you to dole out punishment?” Thomas asked, fear present at the back of his voice.

“Because I have the power to!” he responded, pulling back his fist as he did so, “No get out of the way.”

Thomas’ legs didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if that was because of fear or courage. As he stared up at the raised fist, Thomas had various memories of the past come to my mind. He wondered if that was the whole your life flashing before your eyes thing that preceded death. He thought of his family, of how his first day away from them would be his last. Thomas closed his eyes.

“Freeze!” came a scream from behind Thomas.

Thomas’ eyes immediately opened, his head turning quickly to see that the police had finally arrived. Two squad cars were now only fifteen feet from Thomas, with four cops covering behind their doors, guns drawn.

The man in the mask lowered his fist, “I have no battle with you.”

“Put your hands up!” an officer replied.

The ice user behind Thomas immediately raised his hands, “I surrender! Just don’t let this crazy motherfucker kill me!”

Thomas had seen enough cop shows and videos to know that if he didn’t comply with the officers then he could very well get shot. So his hands shot up into the air as well, before he lied down on the pavement, trying to look as least intimidating as possible.

“What are you doing?” the masked man shouted at the police, “He’s a worthless criminal. He should be shot like a rabid dog.”

“Shut up and put your hands up!” was their reply.

Instead, the man in the mask walked past the prone Thomas and grabbed the criminal by his collar, “You’d really fight me over this piece of trash?”

“Surrender now!” came the answer.

Sighing, the masked man threw the criminal to the ground, causing him to cough up blood. The second he hit the pavement, a single shot rang out, tearing through the masked man’s left shoulder. He hissed in pain.

“Damn it Jackson!” an older officer yelled, “You wait till I give the order to shoot goddammit!”

Blood started to flow from the masked man’s shoulder as he glared at the police. He then looked down at the criminal lying on the ground, his fists clenching. But upon looking back at the police, he eased his muscles.

“I’m not the enemy here. One day you’ll see that,” he hissed, “One day you’ll be with me cleaning up all this fucking trash.”

Before the officers could respond, the man jumped into the air, landing on a nearby roof. He then continued to leap, moving from roof to roof. The older cop swore before calling in for backup to follow him. After that things got a little hazy. An ambulance arrived soon after to take the criminal to the hospital before the cops could talk to him, as he seemed to have broken ribs and internal bleeding.

The cops did question Thomas alongside the other motorists that were on the street. Thomas was completely honest with them about what happened, save the fact that he had used his power to push the criminal out of the way. Thomas attributed the big grab due to an adrenaline rush. It seemed like the other witnesses agreed as no one had seen the golden energy around Thomas when he propelled himself, the brief sight being lost in the chaos of the encounter.

Thomas was still shook up as the cops let him go. They had taken his contact details and said that they would be in touch as their investigation progressed. The stress of his first day in San Fransisco had left Thomas drained. As he walked over to his truck he was reminded that the front had been damaged by the wall of ice. While he could still drive with it, it was unsightly. Thomas wondered if he could get an employee discount if he took it to Luke’s auto garage.

Thomas looked up another route to his new home, as between the ice and the police, most of the street had been cordoned off. Thomas drove in silence, no music playing, just him and his thoughts. He wondered if the criminal would out him as an altered, as he had definitely seen him use his powers. Thomas hoped that the whole saving his life thing would allow for some secret keeping. But then again, when faced with a police interrogation, who knows what secrets he would give up.

The thought still bothered Thomas as he found the house. It was of a decent size, with a driveway that could fit two vehicles. Thomas pulled his truck onto the left side of the driveway, as Luke had specified. Then he walked to the side of the house, pulling out the key Luke gave him. Opening the side door, Thomas walked down a flight of steps into the basement.

For the first time Thomas saw where he would be living. It was a small basement with four rooms: a bedroom, washroom, laundry room, and kitchen/lounge. There wasn’t much furniture, but Thomas hadn’t brought much with him. To Thomas it was a perfectly acceptable living situation.

Still exhausted, Thomas sat down on the small bed that came with the place. He pulled out his phone only to seen that he missed two texts while that whole incident downtown was taking place. They were from his brother. The first was an image of some kind of medical tent next to a coffee shop not far from where he used to live. The second text was a link to an article from today.

Confused, Thomas opened the link. It was an article recapping all the presidential announcements today regarding altered individuals. First was a long list of restrictions on what altered people could do. While that was bad enough as it was, the Forrester government had started randomly checking the blood of citizens to see if they were altered. Thomas now realized that the photo Daniel sent was of a blood checking station in their neighbourhood back in Phoenix.

Thomas was immediately fearful for his brother, as he still thought he could be an altered. The photo he had sent meant he was near the blood checking station, so Thomas wondered if that meant he had been tested. Thomas was also fearful for himself as he was definitely an altered. A quick Google search revealed that the same kind of stations had already started popping up in San Fransisco, with some kind of violence already happening at one.

Thomas let out a long yell of fuck. Images flooded his mind again, but rather than memories of the past, they were anxieties of the future. He had thought that he could get by as an altered by keeping his head down and only using his powers in emergencies. But if they were mandating blood tests, Thomas saw no way to coast by.

With his head still full of anxieties, Thomas lied down and closed his eyes, hoping his tiredness would win out. It eventually did, as darkness invaded his mind’s eye, encompassing all of his psyche before beginning a deep sleep.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

-Vancouver-

Avi’s flight had been delayed by an hour, as there was a bad storm over the Rockies. He had been sitting in the Vancouver International Airport for a while now and was getting quite bored. He had come back to his hometown to visit his parents, as he hadn’t seen them in two years. They were aware that he worked for the OMR, but didn’t exactly no what his job was. Truth be told he had been undercover in Mexico for the past two years, trying to expose a group trafficking in banned magical ingredients. While it had been a long case, it did end in the arrest of most of the group’s leaders.

Yet, even after doing such a good job with his previous assignment, the OMR already had need of Avi again. It had only been a week and a half of free time for Avi before he was contacted again. Avi leaned back in his chair, looking over the brief fax he had been sent. He was needed in Germany, in regards to stopping weapons smuggling. The mission was in his usual wheel house, plus he was fluent in German, as it was one of the first languages he mastered in high school.

What was different this time is that he would be working with a full team on this assignment. Usually the only person Avi had to keep in contact with was his handler. Avi wondered about who he would be working with, as he knew the OMR employed all kinds of people, with representation from almost every species. Avi thought it would be cool if he could work with a deity, as he had never actually met one.

Avi was considering getting a frozen yogurt cup, when the PA system announced that his flight was now boarding. Avi placed the fax back into his carry on bag and started to walk toward the boarding area. The flight to Frankfurt would apparently take about ten and a half hours, time Avi could make use of. He had considered either bringing a book to read or to practise up on his German, but he was really mentally tired after his time in Mexico, so he decided to use that time to sleep.

-Frankfurt-

Avi awoke at about an hour out from his destination. For a second he forgot where he was, reaching for the wand hidden in his jacket. Another second later, he remembered what was happening. He let go of the wand, technically an item he wasn’t allowed to bring on a plane, the illusory invisibility spell still active. The spell in question was strong enough that no one during his previous assignment even knew he had a wand on him. Avi was always taking a risk by bringing his wand on his person, but he always felt more secure knowing it was there.

By the time the plane landed, Avi had drank some sugary cola and was now fully awake. He disembarked the plane and made his way over to baggage handling. Avi had packed light, all of his clothes contained in his carry on. What he did grab was a sealed briefcase that housed his knife and gun. As an OMR agent he was allowed to bring it on a plane, but it had to stay in the cargo bay sealed.

Avi picked up the brief case and headed over to the front of the airport. Waiting there was an Elf in a suit with a sign that read: Xaviron Mosley. Avi walked over to the man, remembering his cover story that he was an appraiser of magical items from Canada. As Avi approached the Elf he gave him a quick nod, the Elf recognizing who he was. Avi was led outside the airport to a small black car, one without any OMR markings.

As Avi entered the car, the Elf turned to him, speaking in English, “Coffee?”

Avi waved his hand, “No, can’t stand the stuff.”

“Alright then,” the Elf said, taking a sip of the coffee instead.

The Elven chauffeur drove from the airport into the heart of downtown Frankfurt, the radio playing some German pop the Elf sung along to. Soon Avi could see the OMR office, a tall building he had previously only seen in files. The Elf drove right up to the front of the building, still singing in German. Without saying anything, Avi got out of the car, which promptly drove away, presumably to pick someone else up.

Avi entered the building. Waiting in the front was a Dwarf dressed in a turtleneck and sport jacket. “Good day sir, how can I help you?” he asked in German.

Avi replied quickly, his German not at all rusty, “I am an OMR agent, here for a briefing.”

Pulling out his ID, Avi let the Dwarf scan it before being signalled that he could go deeper into the building. Avi made his way up the stairs, pulling the fax out of his bag to recheck what room he was supposed to go to. Upon confirming the room number, Avi began a brisk stride to get to it. The delay on his flight, mixed with the sudden abruptness of leaving Vancouver, meant that there was a good chance that he would be late for the meeting.

Upon finding the room, Avi heard talking coming from within. With the faintest of movements, Avi nudged the door open, slinking his way inside, hopefully unnoticed. Inside was a menagerie of different races, but what caught Avi’s eye was a woman taking off her clothes. Avi had heard that Europeans were more liberal but this was taking it a bit far. But Avi quickly saw the point as she revealed that she had gears and mechanisms for a body.

Avi had heard rumours that the OMR had artificial beings, but he never thought that they would be so life like. The robot, or Amanda she called herself, began to explain her origins. Avi was a little bit shocked that the OMR had been making artificial beings for nearly his whole time alive. And apparently they had rights? It was a lot to take in, even for a Canadian, as she made her joke about Americans expecting a robot apocalypse.

The next person to speak was named Ross, apparently having served during the Shattering. Avi was always amazed whenever he met a survivor of that battle as he had heard the stories of soldiers dying by the thousands to take out the Abomination. Seemingly echoing Avi’s thoughts about the Shattering was a Dwarf who wondered why this mission would require such a legendary warrior.

Rather then dwell on why people like Amanda and Ross would be needed on the team, Avi decided to introduce himself to them, “Xaviron Mosley. Illusions, appraisal, and intelligence. First time on a team like this.”

He had decided to speak in English, as even though they were in Germany, he was unsure if everyone present was fluent.