Metronome

Heroes: The Fall

Maybe some of the villains around this area have class =P

Las Vegas is a city of 136 square miles. I find it hard to believe that in that entire city, still full of people, that a restaurant would not exist. Even in the worst sections or New York city with gang wars on every street corner, there are still restaurants.

Fuckers gotta eat somewhere.

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Izzy looked around for Cat as he stood by the restaurant door, looking every bit as poor and homeless as he was. When his eyes landed on the middle aged business woman, he grinned. He knew it was her instantly; the walk, the expression, the mannerisms. That was definitely his Kitty Cat.
"Hey sis," He said as she approached. "You ready for this shit? My stomach's grumbling like shit over here." His voice was was only a little rough, with a pleasant lilt in his voice that changed tones as it flowed from his mouth.

As they went inside, they received a few odd looks. A business woman and a hobo were almost guaranteed to. Perhaps they though she was just being kind by buying him lunch. A waiter showed them to their seat and took their drink orders; Izzy got a root beer, of course. He picked up the menu to look over it, his mind mostly unmade about what he wanted. Everything just looked so good.

"Hey Cat, if you get one of those sweet ass looking fettuccine plates and share it with me, I'll get the fried chicken and split it with you." He looked over at her with a grin. His eyes then landed on the desert menu, which made him light up even more. "Shit, they got a fucking lava cake, sis."

The Lands of Lemea

I'm still here.

waiting

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The sun didn't bother Izzy. He could sleep all day if given the chance. However, the sudden empty, cold spot next to him was what woke him. He cracked his eyes open hesitantly and pondered on turning over and going back to sleep. Who ever heard of getting up before noon? However, he managed to fight the urge as he watched Cat cross the room and dig out some food.

He smiled as she brought some over to him and dropped it down, looking at him expectantly. "Hey Kitty Cat," He said, his voice groggy. He reached an arm out to pet her head. Slowly, Izzy sat up. He picked up the box of -what were these? Cheez-Its?- and began to munch. They were most definitely stale. They'd have to go grocery shopping soon. And by shopping, he meant stealing. These days, you did what you had to do.

Izzy mindlessly crunched on the old cheese crackers until he reached in and found none left. He looked down in the box, then tilted it back to scarf up the crumbs. "Breakfast of the champions, huh, sis?" He said as he looked down at her, cheese crumbs all over his face. How does a person get crumbs on their forehead?

Izzy stood up and stretched towards the ceiling. He was tall enough that his fingers almost scraped it. He then relaxed, rearranged himself, and went looked for a shirt to put on.

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OMG ITS HAPPENING

Snowed In

I do like werewolves.

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Chev approved already.

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ikr

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

I'm afraid I may have to drop. My schedule just got very crowded ): Sorry guys.

Heroes: The Fall

This is my villain. He'll come in later at some point.

Silas

You would think by my bios that I have a thing for tall guys.

Real name: Silas Rojas
Hero Name: None
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Personality: Silas is, for lack of better words, a mad man. He has crazed amounts of determination, like a dog with a bone. When he wants something, he gets it one way or another. Anyone in his way is collateral damage. He's a very eccentric man, with a strange sense of humor and a tendency for mood whiplashes. His 'family' is the only thing he really cares for.

Powers: Nothing very impressive. He arguably has enhanced senses and strength, but that's about it. He has an extraordinary talent to master most weapons he picks up.

Affiliation: Villain

Equipment: A range of weapons that mostly exclude guns. Silas doesn't believe guns are bloody enough for a proper sacrifice. The messier, the better.

Appearance: Silas is a large man, standing at 6'7" and weighing as much as a small car. His muscles have muscles. His head is crowned with a nest of wild, black hair. His body is often decorated with strange cultist symbols and paint.


History:

Silas was abandoned by his parents on the streets of a run down South American city. He was found by a group of cultists who worship a god of Chaos, Macrin. They believe that, unless they sacrifice innocent lives to Macrin, he will become angry and destroy the world. They honestly believe what they do is for a better cause.

The cultists pruned Silas to join their ranks. Over the years, he became the leader of a small division that focused on hired assassination. He was very good at his job. Good enough to get the attention of the evil bossman in Washington. He was hired to come to the US and help keep the rebellions under control. Silas was like a mad dog the boss could wave around in people's faces if they got too cocky.

Once the bossman heard about the group, he sent Silas and his 'family' to stop them.