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Recent Statuses

5 yrs ago
Current I'm bringing Dragon Cave back and no one can stop me.
6 yrs ago
MEEP
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9 yrs ago
I am back into this shit, I guess. Say hello if you'd like.
9 yrs ago
I am one with the force and the force is with me.
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10 yrs ago
I have suddenly become deeply troubled.

Bio

"That's why we must eat the old people first. They can't have that kind of power."


I've been roleplaying for six years, and if I do say so myself I've gotten pretty good. I've been to many roleplay sites around the internet, and for right now I'm happy calling this one home. I write fantasy, high science fiction, and poetry. I'm involved in the Nerdfighteria community as well, making the world suck a little bit less one day at a time. Though sometimes it's rough and incredibly time-consuming, roleplaying has brought me some of my closest friends, some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever met. This train is still going, and there's no stop in sight! DFTBA.

The Disappointment Club:


"What the fuck did I just read"


We're special-ed special forces, the most exclusive internet club that no one wants to join, and the most thoroughly disappointing group of individuals the world has ever seen (we even disappoint when it comes to disappointing). Together, we're quite possibly the best six friends the internet has know.

- @Junkmail : Living Proof That God is Dead.
- @He Who Walks Behind : I still won't forgive him for what he did to that starfish.
- @Dragonbud : Her Gregory Cosplay is fire.
- @Surtr : I think he's still trying to pimp me... Help.
- @Spoopy Scary : He's Greg.

List of Super-Power Pet Peeves:

-Shadow Powers
-Blood Powers
-Pain Powers
-"Dimensional Storage" Powers
-Spider Powers

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Max Hernandez



Max Hernandez sat in a leather office chair in his staff office in the Academy's Administration Wing. He was leaning back in his chair, reading a book of poems by Emily Dickinson which he had pulled off of his bookshelf a few minutes before. The bookshelf was a funny-looking thing, made of a sleek grey metal wire and filled to bursting with books, folders, and stray pieces of paper. Organized chaos, as Max called it, which was difficult for anyone without extrasensory perception to search their way through. The office was the definition of organized chaos, with filing cabinets filled to bursting, desk drawers crammed with a hodgepodge of everything from snack bars to case studies, and a corkboard covered in crooked papers. A garden box filled with cacti sat by the window on a shelving unit covered in bags of desert soil and fertilizer. The only organized thing in the room was the top of Max's metal desk, which contained only an iMac, a keyboard, a mouse, and a Keurig.

Max sighed and placed the book on the desk. Emily Dickinson was hardly his cup of tea (poetry really wasn't his cup of tea in general), but he was so incredibly bored that he felt his only options were to read a book or shoot himself. He instinctively felt for his gun, a Glock 17, in his jacket pocket, and then, smirking, leaned forwards in his chair. He looked out of the window: it was hardly four o'clock, but it was already nighttime. Oh, how he hated Alaska. He stood up from his chair and turned the grow light suspended above his garden box on. He had always loved cacti. Like him, they were thorny and self-sufficient.

From the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, he could see the grey ocean stretching out endlessly towards the horizon, and the sun dousing itself beneath its waves. If he looked quite hard, he could make out a small icy island or two floating amongst the grey abyss. Ice floes bobbed with the waves, keeping their heads above the water like people lost at sea. A flock of seagulls tore across the beach in a thin cloud, scavenging for food. 'Stupid birds,' Max thought. 'They'd rather freeze their asses off than fly south for the winter.' He looked down at his watch. It was just about time for the boat to dock carrying this year's load of metahumans to be trained. Sighing, he took one last drink of his coffee, tossed the styrofoam cup into the trash, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Time to go get the urchins," he muttered as he walked down the hall.


Victor Calahan



Okay, now things were getting completely out of hand. Just as Victor was beginning to adjust to the number of people, another came over, this time a muscled-out jock with dreads and an aura that reeked of overconfidence. The man, who introduced himself as Abe, made Victor take a step back and look down at the ground. The one kind of person who Victor hated the most was cocky jocks. He looked at the robot cat for some kind of reassurance, but it just looked away and snuggled up to Arianna's leg as she pet it (in that moment, he wished he were the cat). He sighed and looked out towards the Academy. After a few awkward moments after Arianna's question, he turned back around.

"Richmond," Victor said, "but after a while I moved to Black Fall. Richmond's not a fun place for metas to be." He tried to keep his eyes off of Abe and towards Arianna's face. She had quite a pretty face, one that he quite enjoyed looking at. From someone nearby, he heard that they were approaching the dock.

"I think we're getting off soon," he said. "I'd, um, better go find my sister. It was nice meeting you, Ari. I'll see you around." With that, he smiled weakly, and then walked away. Anything to get away from beefcake.


Casey Calahan



"Nice to meet you, Jess," Casey said. "I'm Casey, from Black Fall. So yeah, huge-ass city girl." They shook hands. Jess' grip was surprisingly strong, Casey found. She was a charismatic-looking girl in-general, Jess was, with a spark of adventurousness in her eyes and a fairly tomboy-looking physique and fashion. She was the kind of person who Jess wanted to be friends with.

"So," Casey asked, "are you a new student or a returning one? I'm new around here. This boat ride has been absolutely crazy. I never knew there were this many different kinds of metas in the world." She tried not to talk too much, but she had so much to say. This place was chock-full of funky-looking metas of all kinds, from bird-men to giant redheaded behemoths to boys made of fire to a guy in the corner who seemed to be part...turtle? It was all so foreign, like a scene from a sci-fi movie.
@SirBeowulf The second power is definitely better than the first. Allen doesn't do characters who don't die.
Sheet is up. Let me know what you think. The last time I ran this power, it was OP as fuck, but I think I finally figured out how to balance it.

Bleh. I'll just post as Casey in a bit. I can wait for Shadeyboy.

Also,


EDIT: Good lord. I just played the longest game of League ever. 70 fucking minutes. That post'll have to wait for tomorrow.
@He Who Walks Behind If you don't post, I'm going to set your pubic hair on fire.
So I'm researching my third character (he has a form of ESP), and I found out that the world record for the Rubik's Cube is 5.25 seconds. Don't believe me? Watch this.
@MaxxYeah about that ... it's slowly becoming a habit. Well anyway, I'll make sure to not overdo it.


Yeah, it happens to most people. I used to do it a lot, but I realized that using big words doesn't make one's writing better. It's something to watch out for. In my writing, I occasionally actually go back and remove large SAT words from my prose to make it more understandable.
Saw The Force Awakens last night. You should go see it. Won't tell you anything else.

Also, @Scoundrel, I've been reading your posts, and you might want to tone the fancy words down a bit. There's a difference between expressing your character's personality and throwing a thesaurus at your readers.
@RaijinSlayer I'd add as a weakness to Alex that his drones need the required materials to create things stored inside of them. Since they're small, they can perhaps go back to the queen to refill. That would make sense logically. Perhaps to balance him you could drop or nerf another weakness, as adding a material restriction would probably under-power him some.

EDIT: To clarify, he's definitely well-balanced. I'm just thinking about how the drones would work logically.
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