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Yeah, let's just steer away from all that.
I actually agree, although I thought it was a given. Now that you mention that, I HAVE seen that more than I think I should. I'll make a rule.
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I'm thinking the group will have similar history to it's inspiration: the justice league. After working together on a few things, these guys just got together and said "Fuck it, let's make a team."
Have not decided on the city. Thinking something cliche like New York or some other large city.
The villains depend on what you guys come up with.
Time period is current. However, superheroes have always tended to own more advanced technology than their time period allowed. That's fine with me.
Have not decided on the city. Thinking something cliche like New York or some other large city.
The villains depend on what you guys come up with.
Time period is current. However, superheroes have always tended to own more advanced technology than their time period allowed. That's fine with me.
What do you wanna know?
Also, good idea. But some people may join after the OOC is posted.
Also, good idea. But some people may join after the OOC is posted.
So I kinda' want a rip off on Justice League with all original characters. They formed an alliance and work together under one roof to keep the world safe. They deal with personal ups and downs, and of course battle evil villains. There will be a few rules.
1: I would like a high casual standard. At least one paragraph per post, decent writing, ect.
2: No magic. Magic as a super power just rubs me the wrong way.
3: You may play villains, BUT they may not be your main character. You villains will most likely be short lived characters that either die or get locked up.
4: Before you make your characters, ask me about their powers first. I want to keep from having heroes with the same power, godmoddy powers, or something stupid like being able to turn into a bucket of water.
5: In the spirit of classic superheroes, the guild has a no-kill policy. All villains and criminals must be left alive if at all possible.
1: I would like a high casual standard. At least one paragraph per post, decent writing, ect.
2: No magic. Magic as a super power just rubs me the wrong way.
3: You may play villains, BUT they may not be your main character. You villains will most likely be short lived characters that either die or get locked up.
4: Before you make your characters, ask me about their powers first. I want to keep from having heroes with the same power, godmoddy powers, or something stupid like being able to turn into a bucket of water.
5: In the spirit of classic superheroes, the guild has a no-kill policy. All villains and criminals must be left alive if at all possible.
Shit. It was already nine o'clock? "No, no, it's fine," Orren said, still groggy. He leaned against the doorway silently until what she had said set in. "Wait...a bus? What bus? Like the new students bus?" Was it already time to ship in the new batch of freaks? Orren could only groan internally. The school tended to be complete chaos for the first few weeks after new students came in. And right when things went back to normal, damn if they didn't bring in more.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked. Being the man he was, he could think of only two things after waking up: taking a piss and eating food.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked. Being the man he was, he could think of only two things after waking up: taking a piss and eating food.
Orren was, indeed, still asleep. He was hidden under his covers in such a way so that only an expert eye could find him. There was a slight rise and fall of his cloud printed comforter, and the light snore of a man who wasn't prepared to be awoken. However, someone apparently saw otherwise.
Orren let out a grumble and a groan when he heard a knock on the door, his ears much more attuned than he would have liked. He considered ignoring it for a moment before deciding that he should at least go see who it was. It was probably Per. Orren could sacrifice another hour of sleep for Per. Despite his harsh words and recent lack of romance, he was still very fond of her. She just...worried him. He worried him. He worried about the way that she just let him push her around when he got into his moods. He worried when cuts and bruises appeared on her, and he didn't know where they came from. He worried that one day things would get out of hand; she would get hurt. This worry, of course, only turned into more tension, more frustration. It was a vicious circle. Sometimes Orren thought it may just be better to end things between them. But then, right when he got the balls to do it, she would look at him with those big, fucking Bambi eyes and he would lose all his courage again.
The messy haired boy staggered out of bed and went to the door. He was dressed in little more than a grey t-shirt and navy boxers, too groggy to care. He cracked the door open and peaked out. Sure enough, there stood Per in all her adorable glory.
"What time is it?" Was all the boy could manage.
Orren let out a grumble and a groan when he heard a knock on the door, his ears much more attuned than he would have liked. He considered ignoring it for a moment before deciding that he should at least go see who it was. It was probably Per. Orren could sacrifice another hour of sleep for Per. Despite his harsh words and recent lack of romance, he was still very fond of her. She just...worried him. He worried him. He worried about the way that she just let him push her around when he got into his moods. He worried when cuts and bruises appeared on her, and he didn't know where they came from. He worried that one day things would get out of hand; she would get hurt. This worry, of course, only turned into more tension, more frustration. It was a vicious circle. Sometimes Orren thought it may just be better to end things between them. But then, right when he got the balls to do it, she would look at him with those big, fucking Bambi eyes and he would lose all his courage again.
The messy haired boy staggered out of bed and went to the door. He was dressed in little more than a grey t-shirt and navy boxers, too groggy to care. He cracked the door open and peaked out. Sure enough, there stood Per in all her adorable glory.
"What time is it?" Was all the boy could manage.
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