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@Kidgoat
Thanks for the interest. I would like to aim for one post a week.

As for everyone else, I'm still working on an OOC thread. It might be up tomorrow, maybe.
Trineon
Lord of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans


The water god sped forward, blade at the ready. In times past he would have been able to close that distance in a half-second, as he had the strength and speed of a rushing river. But now he was diminished, his power missing after the long death. Still he knew he had more power left than the mortal in front of him. So he pushed his legs as hard as he could, calling upon whatever divinity still remained within him. With the speed he moved at, the mortal did not have the time to fully raise its tube weapon at Trineon. The god lunged forward with his acquired blade, piercing the gut of the armoured mortal. Trineon raised the blade up, cutting through muscle and bone. The mortal quickly collapsed into a pool of blood and organs.

“Who’s next?” Trineon laughed.

The inner voice in Trineon’s mind chided him for having such blood lust. It was those kinds of thoughts that had let to his downfall in the time before his death. Trineon’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gears whirring. The water god quickly glanced behind him to see the time goddess riding around on some kind of mechanical man, presumably the same one that had been lying in ruins just a minute before now. Trineon smiled as it staggered on its feet, like someone who drank a whole barrel of ale.

Taking inspiration from Lopaley, Trineon decided to try using these new tools of the mortals. Trineon crouched and picked up the tube weapon off the man he had gutted. Placing it in the opposite hand from his blade, Trineon pointed it at the nearest mortal attacker. And it did nothing. Trineon continued to point it, yet nothing happened.

“Attack!” he shouted, “Fire! Blast! Something!”

Frustrated with the weapon, Trineon was about to drop it, but then decided to use it another way. Raising the tube, Trineon charged at the nearest mortal, ready to use it as a club. For a second the voice in Trineon’s head wondered if he was slightly mad from being dead so long, charging into battle head on. But Trineon decided it didn’t matter. He would act now and consider the complications later.
Gin Silti

Much like the cabbie had said, progression through the part of the city near the track was horrible. A record number of people had shown up to see the first race, clogging the streets and airways. Eventually, Gin and Jim reached landing pad four. Gin thanked the driver, before tipping him some extra credits for driving through that chaos.

“Alright Jim, where’s my baby?” Gin asked, slightly annoyed.

“Relax,” Jim said, “They said it should just be down this hallway.”

True enough, at the end of the hallway was an open air area. Landed on it was a large cargo hauler, with Gaelok Industries printed on the side. Several workers of several species were unloading large boxes and various vehicles. Gin sprinted toward the workers, looking for his Ark Gear.

“C’mon,” he said softly as he ran past the crates and boxes.

As he passed one particularly large crate, the red hull of Stinger-Six came into view. Gin rushed to it, hoping to find it undamaged. He would be pleasantly impressed when he looked it over, finding that it was in perfect condition. The techs at Gaelok had seemed to honour their word that they wouldn’t modify his vehicle without Gin’s approval. In fact the only thing they seemed to have done to change it was giving it a new coat of paint.

“Well, they actually listened,” Gin laughed.

“I told ya,” Jim replied with a slur, the effects of the whiskey still present, “Gaelok Industries is number one.”

A human cyborg technician then approached the pair, “I take it that you’re Gin Silti, the pilot.”

“That I am.”

“Well, firstly you have our apology for the lateness of your Ark Gear’s arrival,” he bowed his head, “And secondly, if you are ready you can accompany us to the stadium.”

“I am definitely ready,” Gin said excitedly, “But I think you should go back to the hotel Jim. Sleep yourself sober.”

Jim just nodded as another Gaelok employee called him another hover cab. The cyborg technician then led Gin to a hover hauler, as other technicians loaded Stinger-Six into the back of it. Within a few minutes everything was loaded and the hauler launched off the landing pad.

As the race was now done, the streets were slightly less congested as the hauler made its way to the race track. The pilot turned on the holo news, which revealed that Gin had been spotted by the tournament. Comments would then be posted about why he wasn’t in the first race. Gin asked him to turn it off. Gin was already upset at missing the first race, as it was his time to debut. But he also knew that under the rules he wouldn’t even get the participation prize of one point.

But Gin put that thought aside as the hover hauler entered the stadium through a back entrance. Gin exited the vehicle as the technicians started unloading Stinger-Six. Gin walked over to his Ark Gear, wanting to run some diagnostics before the next race began.
@BenG85
Not sure how I missed this, as I am a huge fan of Spider-Man Unlimited. In fact I had re-watched the show at the beginning of the year. If you're still looking for players, I do have an idea for a Counter-Earth Ant-Man fighting for the resistance.
@TGM
While it sucks to lose out, @Taka did put out a really good character sheet. I wish him and you all the best with the roleplay.

As for possibly making a six person team, I'd totally be down for it. I can easily re-jig Christopher into being a purple ranger. If that ends up happening then I would be very excited.

However it turns out, I hope you guys have a lot of fun being power rangers.
Thanks for the interest you three. I'm going to give it another day or two to see if anyone else is interested. In the meantime I'll start working on a OOC thread, mainly expanding upon the lore to help with character creation.
BASIC PREMISE

The world once was full of magic. Many mystical creatures wandered the land, a peace pervasive all over the world. Then came the time of Humans. This new race rapidly spread across the land, destroying anything in their path. After a few centuries of this, the Fae, the most powerful of mystical creatures, decided to depart this world. Many other races of mystical creatures decided to depart with them. For those who chose to remain in this world, the Fae granted them a gift. A powerful magic called the Glamour of Man, which allowed all remaining mystical creatures to assume the guise of a human.

After the Fae and other races departed, those who remained, led by the Dragons, formed the Masque, a council to rule over the mystical creatures and to keep the Glamour of Man a secret. For many generations the mystical creatures have been living among the Humans in secret, as Humans claim more and more of the world. But recent wars have led to the Masque almost being exposed. The province of Kaelis is being vied over by three powers, the fanatical Kingdom of Nihn to the north, the collapsing Empire of Huldern to the west, and the prosperous United Clans of Azai to the east.



DRAGON LORE

Dragons are inherently magical creatures, with every member having at least some skill at spell casting. Dragons have evolved to have many forms, including wingless variants who manage to fly by focusing their magic. Most Dragons can breath fire, however some breath some other element, or in rare cases nothing at all. Dragons can live to be almost four hundred years old.

Thanks to the Glamour of Man, Dragons can assume the form of a Human. The appearance of this Human form always remains the same, regardless of the Dragon’s actual age. While in Human form all Dragons can cast magic. Dragons can assume Human form indefinitely, with their being stories of Dragons who remained Human for all of their life.



PLAYER ROLE

Players will be Dragons working to maintain the Masque. For one reason or another they headed to the village of Whistle Hill in Kaelis province. Whistle Hill is a small village that is secretly run by Dragons, and is a common gathering place for Dragons in this region of the world. However, the players will arive to find a destroyed village and a force trying to wipe out the Dragons and other mystical beings.



So this is inspired by my vague memories of one of the first roleplays I participated in many years backs. While this setting is my own, the idea of playing Dragons masquerading as Humans is one I played and am nostalgic for it. So is anyone else interested in this setting?
@TGM
I edited the sheet to use images hosted on Imgur. Hopefully you can see them now.
@TGM
Sorry about the delay on the character sheet. I ended going with red as my colour, instead of the other three I mentioned.



EDIT: Switched image upload site.
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