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- My father passed away in October 2025
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Scott Young @Taka
Red Ranger

Jordan Hall @Akayaofthemoon
Blue Ranger

Levi Forrester @Metanoia
Green Ranger

Rebecca Briggs @Eggs
Pink Ranger

Ashlee Adanır @TGM
Yellow Ranger

Future Ranger @Alexfangtalon
Gold Ranger




Players: 5-6
Pace: Flexible, so be commited long term.
Writing Level: Casual+
Sheet Deadline: September 8th

Centuries upon Centuries ago the Eltarians were in a brutal struggle against the collective strengths of their enemies, the only thing between them and universal darkness being that of a inherent extradimensional source of energy that would become known as the Morphing Grid.

To keep the forces of darkness from getting their hands on this power source they locked it away and the universe was preserved, if at the price of sacrificing the Eltarians themselves. The key to unlocking the grid, crystalline objects known as energems, would find themselves blasted into deep space. Various alien hordes would search for them with hopes it could empower them as the most powerful beings in the universe for time eternal. Fate has robbed them of that, though it is in the 21st Century on the Planet Earth where they will finally get their chance and nearly succeed.

It would be on Earth that the energems would be unearthed and awakened by several new hosts whomst hold the willpower and goodness to protect them and the grid from the threats that salivate for their power. These would-be heroes would come to be known as the first Power Rangers this reality had seen since the fall of Eltar. Their bravery would push back horde after horde until a devastating event would see themselves meet a terrible fate. However, from some interdimensional accident, one of the rangers who survived the event has tampered with the grid and tricked fate. Finding themselves in the beginning they know what it is soon to come. As they await the energems to be harnessed by their friends in this particular timeline they look to the sky for the aliens that will soon come.

Can the rangers survive what is to come this time?
Premise of the RP


Welcome to a reimagining of the Power Rangers setting, and I say setting very loosely here since as us who grew up with this franchise very clearly know any lore and continuity is held together with duct tape.

As a RP you will be playing one of the original rangers which outside of Red, Blue, and Yellow are not locked in. So if you want to have a green ranger instead of a pink ranger, that’s fine as well. More of a fan of purple? Go for it. The entire focus will be on the relations that will form between our group of characters in their early-to-mid-twenties. One lucky player will also have ties to the mysterious Gold Ranger given they are their sibling from the dark timeline’s future where all of the rangers effectively got killed. Most of that stuff is just story flavoring though, so don’t get too caught up with that. As for the setting more specifically, it will be an alternate Earth in what I’ll say is the 2040s or 2050s. Technology will be advancing along with some robotics and technological wizardry.

It’s a Power Rangers RP so at the core I won’t be taking it absolutely too seriously, though we do have a veneer of taking ourselves more seriously than say... Ninja Steel. So keep that in mind.

Power Rangers. In their twenties. Alternate Earth. Go ham. We will introduce the concept of Zords in the second or third arc. The first arc will largely be about the energems being unearthed and binding themselves to the hosts as guardians of the grid. Our first transformations and fights will be here. The second arc will be fights with typical slice-of-life affair in the middle for taste. There is some modicum of planning but I am also playing a lot by ear so if you have suggestions or questions I’ll hear you out. Unsure where your character fits in? My character will be a pilot for an archaeology team before the yellow energem binds to them as an example.

And that's the basics.
Ranger Conceptualization


Characters will not be “teenagers with attitude”, so it's perfectly fine to be a little confused here. I'll explain.

My character, the yellow ranger, is a pilot commissioned by an archaeological expedition originating in Angel Grove, CA – which, of course, will be our central location. Unlike some depictions of Angel Grove it will be in Northern California as opposed to Southern for flavor.

All characters would be employed in Angel Grove or residents of Angel Grove. This may make the organization of the team lead-up take some time, but I want to be as organic and inviting as possible plot-wise. At least one other character will be involved in the archaeological dig that my character is flying back to Angel Grove from. They could be site security or an archaeologist. Use your imagination! Some kind of physicist would be useful for technobabble about the “science” behind the morphing grid. If you are concerned your character has to be part of the digsite, don’t worry about that. Make the character you want to make. If they are an adrenaline junkie in Angel Grove that’s fine, I’ll make the energem come to you. I’m an experienced enough GM where I can adjust and adapt. Just remember. Yellow is mine.

Additionally, as I mentioned before, at least one player is related to the Gold Ranger from the other timeline, who at this point would be a teenager. If we get a good core of around five (plus me!) people going, I’m completely cool with letting someone play the Gold Ranger as well.

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Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



Well, that was a close encounter.

The French wayfarer steadied herself as the others did the same. Fortunately, Valena had explored the sewers to a measurable amount so she had some experience about the deeper tunnels and fixtures. Her white brows narrowed as she looked back at the depths she had nearly drowned in. Her staff was in there somewhere and she sighed as Alja began to ask questions. It was good that she had a spell in her disposal so she was not without her weapon.

Recall.

The words murmured in her mind as in a few moments the staff deep in the sewage lake found itself back in Valena's hands.

“It is quite a misérable situation, no?” She uttered as she channeled another purify spell, clearing the staff of any sewage. “I have done some exploring, but it is, erm, not complete. We will be going in half-blind. Though we have little choice.” She turned in the direction to a tunnel heading deeper into the deep sewers, away from the sewage lake. The only way forward was an old tunnel unless suddenly all of them could raise a platform or traverse the way they came. The red-head and blonde were probably the only ones with the skill to jump from point-to-point but the risk of them making a mistake and falling back down was a bit too high for Valena's liking.

“We will have to find the old élévateur.”


Location: Market Blacksmith, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



“Have you thought about investing in new armor?” The blacksmith inquired with a friendly tone, “Because this looks pretty rough. Fixable, but rough.”

The blacksmith inspected the armor on the table. It wasn’t anything too unique and it could be probably tempered by someone with his lack of specific specializations. It’d take a few days to set in the new metal and leather as well as the huge queue of jobs he had gotten from other wayfarers. It could be done.

“A hundred up front and probably two after it’s finished. Give me three days.”


Edit: This post used to have two characters! They've been moved.




Interacting With: Scout, Mitchell | Location: Delbrook School Grounds


Ashlyn Czajkowski, AJ to her friends, did not have the greatest summer.

Everybody on the Delbrook Basketball Team knew it. Every teacher. Hell, probably half of the school knew it. The shadow of the deaths of three girls, all fairly popular, included that of AJ’s best friend. Britney Cooper. Coop. The other two girls were also friends, but not teammates and certainly not fixtures in AJ’s life since she was in the 3rd Grade. AJ’s demeanor had certainly changed for the worse and people were going to notice. Some would even justify it. The blonde's parents were pretty understanding and had given her a wide berth.

She had quit her job. Opted out of summer basketball programs. From June to September, the transition had been noticeable at home. Mostly. Her cousin, Scout, hadn’t really known her. Ever. AJ’s dad had moved from North Dakota ages ago to make it big in Hollywood and while the dream didn’t exactly work out, he kept in touch with his roots. When Scout ended up staying in one of the spare bedrooms AJ didn’t think much of it. Another mouth to feed. Another body to avoid. Which is something she would’ve done if her parents didn’t make her promise to help her cousin out. Get her used to Long Beach. To Delbrook. Be as nice as she could be.

AJ didn’t break promises. But “as nice as you can be” was not particularly welcoming. But it was whatever. Scout wasn’t exactly someone that was all that intrusive. She may as well had been a ghost.

“This shit is still fucking dumb.” She'd remark about the festival when Ms. Goldman was out of earshot. Not that she cared about a warning from language. She didn't care about much at the moment.

AJ's eyes moved over to Scout, their mannerisms oddly similar despite the experience being brand new to one of them. Hands tucked in her pockets, an aura of disinterest. As she moved over she saw another student, a boy, approach. AJ recognized him as one of the transfers from last year, though the two of them had never explicitly interacted. His name was something Wolfe. Woulfe. She moved a strand of hair from her face as she moved toward her cousin and her new acquaintance. Had to help Scout get acclimated, after all.

“Another year of the freak show. Same old Delbrook.” She remarked to Scout and indirectly, Mitchell. “Never makes any sense.”




I have this fear that breeds in me
And I don't know where it fits
I've got this funny way of acting like
I never give a shit







I'm not trying to win
I'm just trying to finish
I don't know when it ends
But I'm counting the minutes







See, someone said, "Don't drink her potions"
She'll kiss your neck with no emotions
When she's mean, you know you love it
'Cause she tastes so sweet, don't sugarcoat it







So if we're not keeping silent
If we just let it surface
Something surely comes to set us free

Edit: This post used to have two characters! They've been moved.
Marina Watercrest was born twenty-four years ago on a cold abhorrent winter night in a royal infirmary on the island of Galma in the Imperial Sea.

Marina’s parents were an unlikely pair, but circumstances had brought them together for a time and Marina’s birth had cemented things where they had been uncertain only months prior. But such happiness was temporary, as such Marina would learn some years later. That aside, Marina had the typical childhood of a girl born into wealth and prestige. Marina’s parents were not forgettable in terms of the grand scheme of things. Marina was a child who was subject to inherit legacies from both sides and she knew it pretty much from the moment she could comprehend thought. After all, her father was not only a member of the emperor’s inner circle but also a powerful fleet admiral who was in control of the entire northern naval forces. Her mother’s legacy wasn’t as immediately recognizable, but the stories of the most famous adventurers that the Southern Sea ever produced was something of an inspiration for Marina when she was very young. Who needed tall tales of heroes she had never met or seen when her mother was standing right in front of her?

Though such idolization changed when on the eighth anniversary of Marina’s birth her mother vanished from her life with little explanation beyond a Southern Sea ornament that was left on Marina’s bed. It would be a birthday that Marina would never forget.

For the rest of her childhood, Marina’s father took the reins of her guardianship completely and utterly. Marina began being forcefully taught how to be the ideal soldier from everything down from posture to physicality. Her education in aether became more rigid and constant, her instruction in etiquette and knowledge became meticulous. Admiral Adonius Terrec IV Watercrest had no room for error. Some children would’ve seen such expectations and attention overwhelming, but Marina rose to the challenge. She didn’t want to lose the only parent she had left. Such determination would continue until she was accepted into the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets (IFAFC) at the age of twelve.

Upon leaving imperial fleet academy, Marina has thought hard about what she wants to do with her life. Initially her immediate family championed for her to join the imperial naval right out of the academy, but for reasons only known to Marina, she opted to explore the world on her own terms instead which has resulted in a more fufilling career path despite Marina still finding herself unsatisified by all definitions of the word.

Her first escapades started as an independent diver and adventurer, sailing in the Imperial Sea away from the trappings of imperial mandates and expectations. She found something comforting about being the designer of her own destiny–about not being stuck on an imperial cruiser doing menial tasks and grunt work. And for one of the first times in her life people didn’t care who her parents were and what they did. Marina was Marina, not Marina Watercrest or Marina Everdeep. Being a member of a diver’s guild was freeing and without trappings of what legacy she was part of. For a time the only legacy that mattered was her own and there was nobody who could take that away from her. Or at least that was what she thought before her group was stricken with a great calamity that led Marina to leave the Imperial Sea.

It has been one year since Marina resigned from the Imperial Sea's divers guild and has since relocated to another sea. She hopes for a new start as she still continues to search for answers and perhaps other things.
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