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Sorry folks, work ran me ragged. Some of my next replies need to thought put into them, nit rushed work.

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Well, I USED to have a bio. Site keeps changing and it goes poof each time.

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You know that old saying? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Well, that’s not entirely true. But that isn’t exactly the point of our story. It does, however, describe its opening scene…

You had walked in on your now obviously Ex in bed with another woman - two women actually. They were a couple of bimbos he probably picked up in Vegas. You had every reason to hope he married BOTH of them and had to figure out how to handle THAT little problem. But you had torn out of there in a fit of rage, driving way too fast.

A short while later you still hadn’t been able to see clearly. Half blind with anger and betrayal you had been taking curved way too fast. As you flew around another turn there he was - some idiot just standing there in the roadway. You did your best to avoid hitting him and swerved as hard as you could. You heard a sickening crunch noise as you clipped the man and careened off the road and down into a ravine.

The miracle is that you weren’t killed. You did mess up the front end of your car. But thankfully a seatbelt and airbag saved you life. Then you realized with bile rising in your stomach that that might not be the luckiest thing in the world as you might be found guilty of manslaughter. Sore from the accident you crawled back up to the road and found the man lying there.

God but he was huge. He had to stand well over 6’6” and was built like a … god, but dressed in rags. You lacked the strength to drag him off to the side of the road before some other car showed up to run him over and finish the job. Fortunately that didn’t happen. He groaned a little, indicating that he was alive …

My Character
Well, he IS a god. Really. Well, he used to be anyways. His powers aren’t what they used to be. But at least he sort of looks like one. He has that body women fight over. Men get jealous of. He has a warrior’s physique.

Your Character
Young, beautiful. The man who turned his eyes to gaze upon other women had to have suffered a lapse in judgement. You should have a career. You will need a good CS. It should include all the usual stats, career, education, background, etc. Details matter.

Plot
Part of the plot will be in helping this man adapt to your world. He had no idea what a light switch is. He’s never used a toilet, had a soda, anything. He will start out as a deadbeat. He has no money, no ID, nothing.
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One Jan 1, 2028 just 210 years after the original anonymous publication of Mary Shelley’s famous novel Frankenstein a discovery was made in the Arctic. It was a charred corpse of a humanoid and standing about 8 feet tall. It was hideous, covered with surgical scars.

Shelley described Frankenstein's monster as an 8-foot-tall (2.4 m) creature of hideous contrasts:
His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

The monster had kept its word to travel to the northernmost part of the world and incinerate itself.

The creature’s first new memories were of smells - the sort of smells born of science. Next came the awareness of being bound. Was there any surprise? Third was the realization that his body was healing. There was an annoying beeping noise that grew more rapid and louder.

“Turn it down,” is hushed voice spoke. It was female. “He can hear us. I want complete quiet. Lockdown phase 3 now.”

“What if it gets free?” A man’s voice, soft and nervous.

“You are welcome to leave,” the woman responded. There was more restrained excitement in her voice than anything like fear. She was determined.

“Do you think he can understand us?” the man asked.

“Doubtful. He was created in Germany, learned to speak and read in Germany. But he didn’t return to his creator for a year. So it is possible. Still let us try German.”

The woman spoke now in German to the monster before her. “You kept your word as best you could. I know this. Your eyes are covered to protect them. They need time to heal. You were bound for your own protection - and in all honesty my assistants are afraid of you. I am Dr Mary Shelley.” She laughed softly. “I suspect the reason for my humor escapes you. “My namesake is the woman who wrote the story of your creation. You once suggested a name to your creator. Adam. May I call you that?”

Characters
YOU are the monster. I posted a picture above. It is from the movie I, Frankenstein. It was the movie’s idea of what Adam looked like shortly before he disappeared into the Arctic to destroy himself. Over time he heals and begins to take on the more handsome form originally intended by Victor Frankenstein.

I intend to roleplay the newest “Dr Frankenstein”. Is she a monster or does she have the best intentions? Even if they are the best, do they simply pave the way to Hell?

Plot
In a way this is Pygmalion affair as well as a quest for redemption. Dr Shelley feels that science has finally reached the point that it can repair some of the damage done so long ago. Stem cell treatments can hasten healing for example. Indeed, they have been going for months. When discovered Adam was little more than a charred corpse. However, the fire wasn’t enough. There were still viable cells that were frozen and preserved. Once they thawed out, the regenerative process began.

If the brain was burned, Adam may have amnesia, possibly permanent. But for the sake of roleplay, I suggest he be similar to the version in I, Frankenstein.

I am also considering a sort of superhero setting, possibly a post apocalypse based on a Rapture event having already occurred - or something similar. The dates of the RP are a little adjustable. I just didn’t want to jump 50 years. I want to keep tech fairly near future.
Note: I plan to run the M to F change. You would run the F to M. Fade to black is fine. 18+ is tagged as an option. I do not intend this as a smut RP.

You know the old saying? Be careful what you wish for. Yes, it’s cliche. You would think people would know better. But once upon a time there were two people who kept running across one another at the college library. One was a young man; the other a young lady.

The young man saw the girl. She looked sweet and attractive. She was always dressed nice, but drove a crappy car that always ran. Either she knew how to fix things or had family and friends who took care of her. Her laptop was a crappy falling apart piece of junk - that always worked. So he never had an excuse to talk to her. Her notebook was covered with beautiful doodles. He guessed she might be an art major. But it was impossible to tell. He always thought she looked … afraid of her own shadow though.

The young man? The young lady thought he had to live a charmed life. He was smart. Like the whole college knew him. He was a lab assistant in the Physics and Chemistry department. He was a grad student or something. He was often seen with a guitar - one of those really expensive ones, or a fancy, overpriced laptop. He didn’t drive a car; he rode in a limo. But he walked with a bad limp. He had one good leg, one good arm. And he never smiled except for he paste on smile he reserved for class.

The young man wish he could talk to the girl. Hell, he wished he could talk to girls period. But every time he tried to get up the nerve he shied away. The young lady wished she could talk to the young man. But her family life was hell. She wished her life wasn’t such a mess. She wished she wasn’t too ashamed to have friends.

Then … they BOTH got what they wished for. Just not the way either expected.

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The young lady woke up to the sound of a woman knocking at the door. She sounded Japanese though she was speaking in English. She was telling him to was time to wake up. The room she woke up in looked nothing like her own room. It was … a guy’s room. She … no … HE … stumbled to the private bathroom connected to his bedroom. Everything around him looked … shorter. He was … tall. Then he looked into the mirror and saw himself. He was handsome, but a male version of himself, built like some jock. Muscles, killer abs…

For the young man a similar, but opposite situation was unfolding. He had been living alone. His parents had been killed. Imagine his surprise when some pre-pubescent teenage boy broke into the room yelling that Mom had breakfast ready. Just one thing, he called him “Sis.” A young woman’s voice responded - his own - with a mumbled acknowledgement. The door slammed shut. The young man … correction … lady … looked down. Oh crap.

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The now jock discovered masculine versions of his former life littering the room. Gone was the junk. There were football trophies, baseball trophies, Ironman competitions, Marathons. He owned ticket magnet muscle car - and a limo. The Japanese woman turned out to be Masumi, the family butler. His driver’s license said he was 18. His address was listed as Rome, GA. The computer on his desk said it was Summer. There were course books for Kennesaw State University. (He could only hope he wasn’t going on a sports scholarship.) And there was a photo of a beautiful girl on the desk. It wasn’t hidden. He … had a girlfriend. There was something familiar about her. A man walked in - another stranger - who turned out to be his limo driver, Gary. The looks exchanged between the limo driver and butler suggested a possible romance. Noone seemed to realize he had ever been a girl.

The now young lady discovered a similar situation. Except his new parents owned and operated a salvage yard and recycling center. They had a son named David and two big black dogs named Sam and Dean. She figured they had to be Supernatural fans. Her ID said she was 18. Gone was her 2018 Cadillac. Say hello to her 1946 Pontiac pickup - that doubled as a dump truck. She had an acceptance letter to Kennesaw State University.

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As it would turn out, these two now lived maybe a mile apart. They would be at the same college. It was still Summer. There was time to adjust.

Characters
Yes, you will need a CS. The lives these two have stepped into are scripted. Where they came from is only half scripted. Both had troubled lives before. Their new lives are better, but unfamiliar. Their interests and hobbies are unscripted.

Now I did write in some elements that have them already knowing their new selves. That can be edited out. That was just plot device to make it easier. The new date is actually the next Summer. They have been at KSU for a full year and about to start a 2nd year. They both turn 19 soon.

BOTH of their lives need to be developed - before and after. One option I may explore is a return to their old lives. My character's parents will be the same one he/she had before. As a guy he had lost both parents recently. As a girl they are alive again.
This is the story of Good vs Dark, God vs Man. (Yes, inspired by Superman vs Batman) It is the story of a superhero who has that strong streak of good, never crossing the line of vigilantism and the inevitable meeting with a Batman styled vigilante who watched over a metropolis. (Feel free to use New York City. Vanguard is more global, but often seen in the southwestern USA.) Vanguard has been hearing more and more stories about a Batman styled lunatic that is taking the law into his own hands. (No killing except in self defense though and only if he must. The police are simply outclassed by a new breed of villain.)

If the vigilante is a female, there is a possibility of a romance. Otherwise not.

Our story takes place some three years after the arrival of Vanguard - in 2028.

Vanguard
Mar 27, 2025 - Noone knew where he came from. Was he human? Alien? A god of old? All we know was there was nothing and noone else like him. He showed up about a week before (Mar 20, 2025) like a Superman. Yeah, just like in the comic books. A tornado emergency had been declared in the Oklahoma City area. A F5 funnel had formed and was headed for the city when he arrived. Three individuals plus a family of 4 reported being saved by him. The news got weirder. He turned away from the group of survivors he had assembled to face the tornado. Then he took off and flew into the tornado. It glowed with a swirling energy giving off arcs of lightning, then slowly dissipated.

There were reports afterwards of the same costumed man arriving at emergency centers with wounded, assisting first responders, reopening travel routes. But he didn’t stick around for thanks. Little more was learned about the man save for the fact that he did tell several people that he was NOT Superman, no S. But he offered no name.

He stood an estimated 6’9” to 7’0”. He wore a battlesuit that hid his eyes and hair. He had no real accent. He was extremely polite. You know the saying ‘strong streak of good?’ He gave that sort of a first impression. He was seen to have lifted objects massing several tons. As you can imagine his sudden appearance drew speculation. It also drew the attention of the government. So many questions needed answers.

He was the news story of a lifetime. It was a job for Lois Lane … or rather Abigail Williams. The problem is that this guy wouldn’t stand still. He showed up the next day in eastern Turkey in response to a major earthquake. Get this: he spoke Turkish.

The traditional hurricane season for Atlantic had begun in June. But for the past decade tropical storms had been coming earlier. Several years ago they were starting in April. This year the Gulf of Mexico had a Category 3 hurricane growing and headed for landfall in New Orleans … again. The … superhero … seemed drawn to major disasters rather than criminals.

Hurricane names get recycled every 6 years. It was ironic that one of the most destructive hurricanes in American history had had the same name. Hurricane Katrina had been a Category 1 storm just 2 days before. The next day was being upgraded to a Cat 3 and was now a Cat 5 with wind speeds around 175 mph. The last time Katrina had hit if had downgraded to a Cat 4 with wind speeds at 145 mph (though in downtown the winds were half that). This time the conditions were a little different and the storm was still gathering momentum. It was expected to hit New Orleans with winds up to 200 mph within 24 hours with a storm surge over 25 feet.

Problem was, how to stop a hurricane. Tornadoes were easy. They had a path typically only a few hundred feet or less. A Cat 3 hurricane produced the energy of the Hiroshima bomb every second. But it wasn’t just the winds It was the water swell that resulted from the barometric depression. The last Katrina had sent a swell of 15 to 25 feet. This one was going to be worse. And he had no idea how to displace that much water. The best he could see hoping for was damage control. Even now the evacuation was underway.

The first thing he did was clear out a few stalled vehicles that were slowing the evacuation. There was a Car-B-Que that fire trucks couldn’t even get to. He snuffed out the fire with a gesture, then cooled it off with an icy blast of wind. But as usual he didn’t stick around to chat. His thoughts were to save as many as he could by speeding the evacuation. Then go deal with hampered rescue efforts in the path of the storm. At least this time the news had done a better job of informing people. And emergency services was doing far better with evacuation efforts.

He arrived in New Orleans around Noon. The storm was still about 18 hours out, but winds were already getting dangerously high.

Abigail Williams
Her new boss had slowed her career down, but had slowly begun to give her begrudging praise, deciding that she was serious about being an investigative reporter, even though much of what she did was eyewitness or on the scene news. She'd had speech lessons, upgraded her wardrobe a bit. Her cranky mentor was still hard on her, demanding more than perfection. But the occasional 'could be worse' was like an applause.

So now they were assigned to what everyone hoped would be the story of the century - her cranky boss' last assignment for he was retiring. They had been covering the disaster even though her boss had admitted that his gut said the flying guy was real. But he also says that if he was, he would be moving around so fast that there would be no way to track him. Better to go where he was needed and let the story come to you.

They stopped at the scene of an accident where a handicapped access short bus assigned to transport some elderly (6) out of the area had been literally picked up and thrown into the second floor of a building injuring the driver and killing an ambulance tech. The elderly were O2 dependent and could hardly walk on their own normally, much less in high winds. Abigail and her boss concurred, screw the story they came for. It was a long shot anyways. They decided to use their own news van to transport the elderly out.

The strain of the rescue proved too much for her boss who suffered a stroke while getting one of the last patients to the news van. So there Abigail was, trying to use CPR on a man who had given her tons of grief, but seemed more like a mentor and uncle than anyone short of family. Then she looked out the window to see a school bus rolling over and over at them by the winds on a course directly for them.

That's when HE showed up. The super dude (still no superhero ID at this time) was nowhere near strong enough to just catch the bus. He couldn’t just lift it to sail over them as the building was just on the other side of them. They had been using it to shelter from some of the wind and so they didn't have to walk far. So he did something new. He sliced the bus in half with an invisible energy beam and let it break in half on his body, the two pieces slamming into the building to the front and rear of them. Then he walked to them, shined a ray on Abigail's mentor and told her she did good. The ray enveloped her mentor in a shimmering field. The superhero explained that it was a life support system that would keep him alive until they could get to medical center. He asked her to help make sure everyone was secured. Then he lifted the whole news van and flew it out to a hospital. Did he stick around for an interview or even a thank you? No.

Three days later Vanguard - as he was finally called by the Press - approached Abigail Williams and gave her that interview.

Your Character
You are a Batman type character. If you want to go the billionaire route, that is fine too. Some restrictions on your vigilantism: No killing except in self defense though and only if you must. The police are simply outclassed by a new breed of villain. You know the types: Joker, Bane, Poison Ivy, and such. Yes, some of those are superhuman. You do NOT have to be male. A female vigilante works just as well. In fact, if you want this to end up as a MxF romance, that would be necessary.

Both of our characters are heroes. We just don’t agree on methods. And … Vanguard … he has the power of a god. What if he were to turn on the people of Earth? How are you going to face off a guy who wrestles tornadoes, catches hypersonic reentry vehicles, and snuffs out towering infernos like birthday candles?

You will need a good CS.
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Please hide any animated gifs. The blank form is not mandatory. It just has the sort of info I am looking for on a CS.

drive.google.com/open?id=1UKZ1CpU7jGd…
Prologue:
This RP is based slightly on an old rpg, Shadowrun. This RP, however, is set at a much earlier date. Hence no cyberpunk cyborgs, deckers, etc. No megacorps either really. There are going to be some FANTASY elements in the story, but these will be introduced as things unfold.

Setting
The Earth has never been in worse condition. The Doomsday Clock has been set at 1 minute to Midnight. Weather in the North Hemisphere is worse than every: savage winters, tornado and hurricane seasons with ever increasing destructive power, Increased tectonic activity. Road conditions around the globe are getting worse every year as it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain them. Weather damage is destroying crops and shortening seasons.

You get the picture.

The impact? Unemployment is at an all time high as industries automate. The larger metro areas are beginning to resemble India with its homeless situation. Squatting is out of control. Martial law has been declared in the USA since 2028. America is a military police state.

Food prices are out of control. Rationing is in effect. Citizens now require biochips that control their banking, ID, licensing - everything. (NO, these chips can’t be used to track. They are too small to have a power source strong enough. But they can be scanned if you walk close enough to a scanner.) Cash is illegal. Private gardening is illegal. Cats and dogs are now the other white meat in the USA. Rats may be a substitute. Fossil fuel costs are so high that most can’t afford it. Newer hybrids are the only vehicles anyone can afford to drive. Most people can’t afford one. (Most people use either mass transit or Ubers.)

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone. The rich are richer than ever (those who haven’t been ruined by economic collapses).

Privacy. That is a thing of the past. Social media is now heavily monitored. The government now has “legal” access to your financial and medical data. They can read your email.

Conscription. Poverty conscription is now in effect. Most adults between the age of 18 and 26 are forced into military service. This does NOT mean combat. Combat is typically for volunteers. Most of these young members of the military do manual labor working with the Corp of Engineers. In truth this is a new version of the TVA. Older people can apply as Reservists and often do in exchange for food and shelter.

At the start of the RP martial law will have been in force for 10 years.

Characters
I am looking for basically good people for the sake of a group. These will be people struggling to live off the grid. The usual drab mundane characters made for Modern RP’s won’t work here - not after 10 years of martial law. You will need to figure out how your character has lived. This will be easier with older characters who had lives before the military state. Younger characters will probably have had to live like survivalists.

Do you live in a big city? Are you a migrant worker? Are you one of those people that has moved into wilderness zones like Montana to get away from all that and get back to nature?

Posting
I am looking for ACTIVE writers. If you think your life won’t allow you time to devote here, please don’t apply. If you do and leave, your characters become the property of the RP and are subject to death and dismemberment, abuse, etc. You should be able to post at least 3 times a week - assuming you aren’t being held up in a plot by someone else, of course.
Link to RP roleplayerguild.com/topics/174371-sha…

Prologue:
This RP is based slightly on an old rpg, Shadowrun. This RP, however, is set at a much earlier date. Hence no cyberpunk cyborgs, deckers, etc. No megacorps either really. There are going to be some FANTASY elements in the story, but these will be introduced as things unfold.

Setting
The Earth has never been in worse condition. The Doomsday Clock has been set at 1 minute to Midnight. Weather in the North Hemisphere is worse than every: savage winters, tornado and hurricane seasons with ever increasing destructive power, Increased tectonic activity. Road conditions around the globe are getting worse every year as it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain them. Weather damage is destroying crops and shortening seasons.

You get the picture.

The impact? Unemployment is at an all time high as industries automate. The larger metro areas are beginning to resemble India with its homeless situation. Squatting is out of control. Martial law has been declared in the USA since 2028. America is a military police state.

Food prices are out of control. Rationing is in effect. Citizens now require biochips that control their banking, ID, licensing - everything. (NO, these chips can’t be used to track. They are too small to have a power source strong enough. But they can be scanned if you walk close enough to a scanner.) Cash is illegal. Private gardening is illegal. Cats and dogs are now the other white meat in the USA. Rats may be a substitute. Fossil fuel costs are so high that most can’t afford it. Newer hybrids are the only vehicles anyone can afford to drive. Most people can’t afford one. (Most people use either mass transit or Ubers.)

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone. The rich are richer than ever (those who haven’t been ruined by economic collapses).

Privacy. That is a thing of the past. Social media is now heavily monitored. The government now has “legal” access to your financial and medical data. They can read your email.

Conscription. Poverty conscription is now in effect. Most adults between the age of 18 and 26 are forced into military service. This does NOT mean combat. Combat is typically for volunteers. Most of these young members of the military do manual labor working with the Corp of Engineers. In truth this is a new version of the TVA. Older people can apply as Reservists and often do in exchange for food and shelter.

At the start of the RP martial law will have been in force for 10 years.

Characters
I am looking for basically good people for the sake of a group. These will be people struggling to live off the grid. The usual drab mundane characters made for Modern RP’s won’t work here - not after 10 years of martial law. You will need to figure out how your character has lived. This will be easier with older characters who had lives before the military state. Younger characters will probably have had to live like survivalists.

Do you live in a big city? Are you a migrant worker? Are you one of those people that has moved into wilderness zones like Montana to get away from all that and get back to nature?

Posting
I am looking for ACTIVE writers. If you think your life won’t allow you time to devote here, please don’t apply. If you do and leave, your characters become the property of the RP and are subject to death and dismemberment, abuse, etc. You should be able to post at least 3 times a week - assuming you aren’t being held up in a plot by someone else, of course.
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