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New York Underground (Superhero MxF, searching for F)

This is a relatively short plotted RP. If it goes well, we can extend it for however long we want.

Looking for a player who is 18+ to play a female superhero.

You are a young, eager superhero looking to make a name for yourself. You patrol at night and go about your normal life during the day. Fighting crime and dicking around with other heroes is what you live for. So when you see some shady activity going on at a small, local meat shop, you can't help but snoop. What you don't know is that this is where your hero routine takes a turn for the strange. You soon find yourself wrapped up in a world of the supernatural; demons and the occult, and an evil villain who is scheming to unleash a hellish monster to enslave the world. You must team up with a quirky superhero who specializes in demon hunting. Who knew that was a thing?

(So the basic plot is two heroes team up to save the world. Pretty standard stuff with a few twists and hopefully a little uniqueness. I'm looking for someone to play the lively female hero who is sort of a new kid on the block in the hero world. I would like someone who can post regularly in a high-casual manner. If you plan on doing that thing where you ditch right after the first post, then please don't bother. PM me to express interest and to get more details)

The Soft Winds (Small Town Sci Fi Mystery RP, Looking for Players)

Father Luca Petulengro

Luca Petulengro

Nicknames: Father Luca. Because it's his title. He still inwardly cringes a little at being called "Father", because most of his clergy are at least twice his age. But given that he's now a full fledged priest, it kind of comes with the territory.

Gender: Male

Age: 27


Sexuality: Heterosexual, though he leans more towards asexuality in all honesty.

Likes:
The sound of rain
Hiking
Homecooked meals
Curling up to read a good book
Meeting new people and helping others
Sweater weather
Animals

Dislikes:
Crowds
Yelling; having to yell or being yelled at, or just hearing other people yell
Sexual advances towards him; it makes him very uncomfortable
Hot, muggy weather (he probably shouldn't have moved to Florida)
Seeing dogs chained up in yards, or people mistreating their pets in general
People being discriminated against based on race, sex, sexuality, ect. He is very anti-hate.

Appearance
Luca is a very average man. He stands at 5'9" with dark brown hair, light brown skin, and brown eyes. He is of Romani and European decent, being a mix between the two. His clothes are very humble and modest, consisting of dress pants or jeans on days of the week and collared or button up shirts. On Sunday and Wednesday, he dons the iconic priests' robes to preach. He wears the same pair of brown leather shoes just about every day, except on Sunday when he swaps them for his black ones.

His hair is often a bit messy, refusing to be tamed by a comb. He has a little facial hair, which is usually kept neatly trimmed. Luca doesn't have any piercings or tattoos, but his back and arms are marred with scars from beatings he took in his childhood. Because of this, he often wears long sleeves, even in the hot, muggy Florida weather.

Personality: Luca is a gentle man. He loves people. His passion for helping others and his need to share the light of God often combine. He can be found working at homeless shelters on Saturdays, passing out soup and kind words. He lives at his church, along with anyone else who needs a place to stay.

His personality is humble and kind. He can be taken at face value, hiding no secret agendas or lies. Luca is very much the man he appears to be. He couldn't tell a lie if he wanted to.

+Luca is endlessly generous
+Humble
+Gentle

-Meek
-He has trouble forgiving others at times, which is a pretty big deal given his occupation
-He has a tendency to get a little preachy sometimes, which wouldn't seem like a bad thing, but when other people don't want to hear it, it can get aggravating pretty quick.
-He's a bit of a bleeding heart.

Other: Due to traumatic experiences in his past, he doesn't like to be touched without his permission. If someone surprises him with a hug, he stiffens up and is clearly uncomfortable. It's something he's been working on, but it's more or less become a natural reflex.

Luca is a pacifist. It's not so much something he vowed to do, but something that just comes naturally to him. He doesn't like to fight or hurt others, even in self defense. He would much rather try to talk things out, or just run if things get too hairy.

Luca is multilingual. His travels across Europe as a boy taught him to speak bits and pieces of several languages. He speaks fluent German and Romanian. He knew a little English before he was brought to America, but as a whole, he didn't begin speaking it until he was 18. Because of this, he has an accent. However, most people can't really place it. It leans towards a more German-esque sound.

Biography:

Luca came from a hard beginning. His family was a group of oldschool Romani that traveled the European countrysides. When they came into town to sell and buy, they were often met with discrimination and hate. Most places put up with them until they left, but it was when they reached a small town in Germany that their band was met with brutal forces. The mayor of the town called the police on them, having them arrested and shipped from the country.

Some of Luca's family fled, and some were captured and removed. But in the chaos, Luca was separated from them. At the tender age of 9, the boy was left to fend for himself. He quickly left the town that had attacked his family, afraid that they may hurt or even kill him. Luca wandered until he found a new, larger city to settle in. There, he lived on the streets until he was 13. A farmer approached him, offering him work in return for food and shelter. He had no intent of paying Luca, making the transaction completely illegal and slavery by definition. But Luca was desperate, so he agreed.

Luca worked long days on the farm, doing anything asked of him until his body and muscles hurt. He lived in the barn and ate whatever leftovers were brought to him. Although he was no longer freezing to death or starving, he was still miserable. The farmhands took to mocking and tormenting him, calling him a dirty gypsy while he did their work. If Luca ever tried to defend himself, he was typically beaten until he learned to keep his mouth shut.

It was during this harsh time in his life that Luca reflected on his mother's teachings of God. Before, he had never given it much thought. But laying in the straw that was his bed, hurting from both work and wounds, faith made it possible to pull through. He snuck off of the farm one day to visit a bookstore in town. He had scraped together just enough money laying around to buy a Bible. He would hide it under the hay in the barn loft and only read it by moonlight at night. It was difficult, as he practically illiterate, but over the years, it got easier.

Reading the Bible helped him endure years of physical, emotional, and even sexual abuse at the hands of the farm workers. He was 18 when a couple of Christian missionaries happened to come to the farm to buy fresh produce. They saw the boy in such poor living conditions. After pulling him aside to speak with him, hearing his story, they couldn't leave him there. By this point, Luca had become so accustom to his loss of freedom that when the farmer refused to relinquish him to the missionaries, he didn't even fight it. It didn't occur to him that he didn't actually belong to the man and his awful farmhands.

The missionaries went to the law. Police came to the farm and demanded that Luca be set free, eventually arresting the farmer for unlawful imprisonment and several workers for their treatment of the boy. The missionaries convinced Luca to come back to America with them, where he wouldn't face such cruelty and discrimination. They brought him to the church, where he learned to speak English and live like a civilized person. It took him a while to come out of his shell, but with gentle coaxing, Luca came to regard the clergy as his family.

With the oldest priest's help, Luca studied to become a priest himself. It took several years of hard work, as Luca was so behind on his schooling. But he was very passionate about it. He put a lot of hard work into helping those who lived on the streets, like he once had. He was the driving factor in getting the church's new homeless ministry off the ground. His kindness and drive made him very well accepted among the clergy.

Once he finally became a full fledged priest, he worked alongside his elder. Father Walter was a little strange sometimes; he would often disappear for a few days before coming back with strange bruises and cuts. He never told Luca where he went or what he was up to, and Luca never pressed. Then, one day, Father Walter never returned. Luca and the church still aren't really sure what happened to him, but his duties have now fallen on Luca's shoulders. Being the only other priest in the church, despite his young age, Luca now leads Mass and attends to all other priestly work.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha's eyes dully read over the words in his book as he slowly delivered canned peas to his mouth via spoon. The food certainly left something to be desired. Sasha could liken it to the time he had spent a month in remote Siberia. Everything was shipped in; nothing fresh. The vegetables were canned and most of the meat had a little freezer burn taste to it. What he wouldn't give for a bowl of fresh cut fruit instead of the stuff they had the gall to dump out a can and call 'tropical mix'. He missed the mangoes from Mexico and the papayas from Brazil.

Even the drinks were pretty bad. For one, his pink lemonade had an alcohol content of 0.0%. The chemically aftertaste stuck around a bit too long.

When he'd finished his food, Sasha set his tray aside and continued to sit for a while. He liked a little background noise while he read, and often times his room was just too quiet. The subtle roar of the cafeteria was just enough white noise.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha promptly shut the door as soon as the woman turned around to leave. He shook his head and he retook his position in the middle of the room to continue his lunge workout. The brief conversation had left him feeling unsettled. The sense of dread hung around in his stomach for the remainder of his exercises, all the way up until dinner time when it was replaced by hunger.

Sasha knew dinner would be served soon. If the cafeteria workers followed their usual routine, tonight was grilled chicken night. He kind of wanted to get down there before all that was left were the dry, hard chunks of white meat. He grabbed the book off of his bed and headed down towards the cafeteria. There was a small line already. Sasha silently picked up a tray and took a place in line behind a female patient. She was very meticulously looking over the pieces of meat, taking her sweet time before pointing out the one she wanted. He tried to refrain from rolling his eyes.

Once he got his food, Sasha went to find a table. He usually sat at the same one every day: all the way in the back, in the corner where no one else would feasibly sit with him. He wasn't much a talker, especially when he was trapped in this hell hole. Making new friends wasn't really his forte. Sasha was much more happy to sit, read, and eat his dinner slowly.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

As she spoke, she gave him that look that made him feel like an animal at a zoo. She seemed to be actually concerned, or just really good at acting, when she asked if he was okay. But Sasha was no sick pet, in need of tending to. He was a perfectly healthy human being who really wanted to be left the hell alone.

Her comment about him looking pale was almost funny. He was always pale.

"I'm fine," He said curtly. He paused, then added. "I was kind of in the middle of something. I'd like to finish before dinner." Sasha made it blatantly obvious that he had no interest in talking to the doctor. She creeped him out a little bit and he really wanted nothing to do with her. Whatever scheme she was getting at here, he planned to resist every step of the way. And if his incidents with his meds were anything to go by, he was very good at resisting.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Bullshit. That was bullshit and he knew it. Sasha prided himself on few things, but he could damn sure tell when someone was lying straight to his face. He was willing to bet that these 'medical offices' happened to be downstairs, too. In fact, he knew good and well that the people here could care less about his actual mental health because he'd been put here, specifically, to be made to disappear. Of that, Sasha was certain. He doubted anyone could convince him otherwise.

Part of him was very tempted to call the doc out on this right here and now. To put an end to this game they kept playing. But the more sensible part of him knew that revealing his suspicions would only speed up their need to get rid of him. He was nothing but a piece of meat to these people, but he'd rather rot than get eaten.

He met her eyes evenly, his face not revealing a single emotion. He kept that same, stony, slightly frowning, expression that seemed to be stuck in place.

"No thanks."

As per usual, he was short and blunt with his words. He offered no explanation for his decline, nor an apology. In fact, he was half tempted to just shut the door right then and there. He didn't owe this woman anything.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha had used one of the door frames to do pull ups. It was hard to keep a good grip, and he would occasionally loose it and land on his feet. He would, however, go right back to it until the tips of his fingers had deep, purple indentations from the frame. Did it hurt? Of course it did. But Sasha was no stranger to pain, and small things like that hardly phased him anymore.

When he'd finished his last set, he started doing lunges. Legs were particularly hard to work out without the use of weights or equipment, so he would compensate by doing twice the amount of sets as he would have in an actual gym. It wasn't hard; he tended to just zone out when he exercised. It gave him something to do without having to focus too much, allowing him to think. He was positioned so that he could see the calendar he'd etched into the paint on the wall. No one seemed to have noticed his small act of vandalism yet; or maybe they just didn't give a shit. Even if they painted over it, he probably would just do it again. He was just a cantankerous asshole like that.

Sasha was halfway through his leg routine, and just starting to feel a bit of sweat, when someone knocked on the door. He paused, then straightened up. Sasha was sure that he'd heard the voice of that Irish doctor. Female, red haired, pretty attractive, spooky as hell. There was something about her that made him instinctively avoid her. He'd relied on his sense of character judgement for most of his career, and he could tell there was something off about that woman. She'd seemed nice at first; Sasha had even thought of her as one of the good ones. But then he'd happened to get a glance of her one day when he was struggling, yet again, with the guards over his lack of cooperation with his meds. She had been staring at the confrontation with this look in her eye. Sasha had seen a similar look in the eyes of people who placed bets at dog fighting rings. He got the sense that she got some kind of enjoyment out of the show.

Every now and then, he would see her give other patients that look. It would send a nasty chill up his spine. He didn't like playing gladiator any more than he liked playing lab rat.

After a moment of considering his options, which consisted only of A: open the door, or B: Stay in his room until she opened the door, he finally went to see what she wanted. Sasha strode over quietly and opened the door, staying behind the threshold. His cold, blue eyes stared down at the woman in question, his expression saying everything before he even opened his mouth.
"What do you want?"

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha walked quietly back towards his room, still pausing every once and a while to look out windows. The sun outside was slowly sinking, casting bright rays across the ocean. This particular window gave him a view of the docks, with a medium sized boat bobbing as it sat there. If there was any way off this island, one of those boats would be just about it. It was cruel, almost. There freedom sat: so close yet so unobtainable.

He moved along again. He was thinking about doing some exercise before dinner time rolled around. He liked to try and stay in shape. After all, what else was there to do? Sasha turned the corner of his hallway to see that the two patients and guard were still hanging around near the door of his room. Only this time, the good doctor had joined them.

Dr. Greene was one of the many whitecoats here that gave him the creeps. He was overall very unassuming in appearance, much like a friendly grandpa. His demeanor, however, was nowhere near grandpa status. In Sasha's mind, the man tended to lurk around, as if stalking new and unsuspecting prey. It didn't help that he was often the one who personally escorted patients to be mysterious 'downstairs'.

Sasha often pondered how much deeper into shit he would be if he rung the old bastard's neck. He was already locked away in Hotel California, what else could they do to him? But as much satisfaction he imagined choking the doc would be, he just settled for a good, hard glare. As he passed by the man, just close enough to bump arms, Sasha turned and gave him an evil eye before turning into his room.

He shut the door behind him, not wanting to hear the chit chatting taking place in the hallway. He slipped off his shoes and began doing some stretches to loosen up.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha gave another dry laugh. He didn't think the nurse had any real power to stop whatever was going on. Nothing outside of a riot would end it. Sasha would be half temped to start an uprising if he thought anyone around here would be willing to risk it. It might just be worth it if they could escape whatever was happening below their feet.

But something told him that it would never happen.

He remained silent until they reached the infirmary. Sasha handed the nurse off to the workers there. "Get some rest," He said as he let go of her to allow the other nurses to take care of her. He stood there for a moment, then turned to leave. Talking to Nancy had helped him build a little more trust towards her.

He still wasn't taking her damn pills, though.

Sasha headed back out into the hallway. He wasn't sure what he'd do now. Maybe go back to his cell to read some more. Hopefully he wouldn't find any more staff members laying around the halls.

Stillwater Vale Asylum

Sasha easily caught the woman as she stumbled, putting her back on her feet. He stopped and turned her to face him, looking down at her with a stern expression. "A lot a bullshit," He replied. "You can't tell you haven't noticed the weird shit that goes on around here. The guy just down the hall from me was taken downstairs and he hasn't come back up. The lady on block B has been missing from her cell for two weeks; her stuff is still there. Have you not noticed that some of the people here don't have any business in a mental institution? Do you have any idea why I'm here? I'll give you a hint, it's not because I'm crazy."

Sasha stopped there. He straightened up a bit and started walked with her again, slowly. "Your doctor friend has some strange things going on here," He said, "I can't be the only one who's noticed. Lately I feel like I've been sitting on death row around here."

Sasha was nothing if not observant. In his line of work, a healthy dose of paranoia and observance paid off. But here, it only seemed to get people in trouble. He knew he was nothing but mentally sound, but he probably sounded pretty crazy while spouting off his conspiracy theories. He knew good and well why he was here: to keep him quiet. The US government had screwed up by hiring him and they wanted to cover their asses. But this nurse probably thought he was some war vet with mental issues.

"Don't tell anyone I said these things to you; it'll just get us both in trouble. Just keep your wits about you around here."