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1 yr ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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1 yr ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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4 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: Audiokinesis, Daggers

Nancy mouthed the word NICE as Niah flew on over quietly and snatched the gem. If they had some way to whistle and get a friendly godly ride, their quest would pretty much be done now. Unfortunately, the dragon was waking up - they weren't going to be able to skip the boss fight. Nancy sighed slightly, even though she was secretly pretty excited. Fighting a dragon was probably the most totally radical thing they'd ever get to do in their lives. She didn't know anyone at Camp Jupiter who had even seen a dragon before. Like a game of hot potato, Niah tossed the gem at Mads and luckily, Mads caught it. Nancy didn't want to know if the gem was breakable.

The dragon started to rise to its full height, its massive wings barely small enough to even fit inside of the cavern. Nancy flicked her daggers into her hands and started off at a run, only to skid to a halt as their way was blocked by a column of fire. Nancy glanced up at the ceiling of the cavern at Mads question, shrugging slightly. It was super dangerous and could easily end in getting them all killed, but at least they'd take the dragon out with them. "Yeah, I think I can bring the roof down," Nancy said, sounding a bit nonchalant to hide her panic. She took a breath and whistled, focusing on the vibrations traveling up to the roof. A few cracks formed. Nancy curled her toes. She whistled again, knowing that they only had seconds before the dragon killed them, and this time a stalactite fell, pinning the dragon. It wasn't dead.

Nancy then charged forward with her daggers, and stabbed her daggers into the dragon's eyes. "Die die die die!!!" Nancy shouted, her most fearsome of battle cries.

Maybe the gods thought it was actually a pretty good one, as the dragon died by Nancy's hand.
"May the Force be with us, then," Raynor bade, walking alongside the droid. His master's legacy felt heavy upon his shoulders. If they failed, then their sacrifice would have been for nothing. They were one with the Force now, he knew that was what the Jedi taught, yet Raynor couldn't sense them anymore. He couldn't feel his old master, even in the cosmic force. Tears dropped from his eyes despite himself and Raynor didn't wipe them away. He didn't want to admit that he was struggling to remain objective and focused, to harness serenity rather than passion, calm rather than rage, acceptance rather than grief.

Some time later, they arrived at the factory. The droid construction factory. It was the key to the fight in the skies above the planet. It was the key to freeing Ringo Vinda from separatist control. Already outside of the factory, bodies of clones and droids alike littered the ground, showing clear signs of blaster fire. Raynor didn't dare try to pick out a familiar set of armor and he did everything he could to actively not look for the robes of a Jedi. "Which way?" he asked Emzie, crouching behind the rubble of what had been a droid tanker.



🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Camp Half-blood: Arena
Skills: N/A

"Only if your smelly socks have been cleaned," Leda teased, sticking her tongue out at her girlfriend. She did love the sing alongs around the campfire they had at night. The smell of fire and smoke in the air, with the way some of the sparks would soar through the sky - it made her heart sing. It made her want to toss pinecones into the flames to hear them pop. Her favorite nights were when everyone sang so loud that the fire grew exponentially in size and intensity, becoming a roaring representation of demigods at their happiest. However, the flames weren't dancing like that tonight - instead they went up in a frightened almost scared blaze and Leda rose an eyebrow.

"That's new," she mused. She hadn't seen that happen before. She didn't see who had caused it, so she figured that everyone was a bit on edge from the Triple Prophecies. Usually one prophecy was already enough to set everyone up and make them jumpy. Three was basically more than enough to give the camp a collective nervous breakdown.



☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Camp Half-blood: Senate Tent
Skills: N/A

Nancy also had sworn to Niah earlier in the day that she wasn't possessed, before adding the addendum 'as far as I know' just in case she was possessed somehow. She didn't want the River Styx goddess to curse her for all eternity for lying when she didn't even know she was lying. She had enough problems to deal with. Case in point, they had to handle the Leandra of it all. They had to discuss everything with the Senate, the prophecies, Leandra's possession, all of it. She bit her lip slightly, noticing how tired and worn out Madalyne looked as the senators and whatnot trickled into the small tent that was becoming rapidly cramped.

Once everyone was inside, Nancy stood up from her seat in the center next to Mads. She figured she'd get things going and let Mads jump in when she felt ready, if at all. That was one of the nice things about having two praetors - when one of them wasn't up to something, the other could pick up the slack. Mads was going to have to go off on a quest, whereas Nancy was to remain with the Legion. "Hey all, I'm not going to lie and say this isn't some grody ass news that we're about to give you. We're going to go through all of this methodically. On the agenda is deciding what to do about Leandra, the Eidolons, and the newest prophecies." Nancy glanced briefly at Mads. "Let's start with Leandra. She stole the gem that Niah, Mads, and I had recovered from the dragon. She was possessed by a spirit. However... Let's be honest, she doesn't exactly have a rad reputation these days for being good to New Rome. She's a vindictive megabitch. If it were up to me, I'd exile her to an island... But that's probably not one of the options we get to vote on." Nancy sighed slightly.




Megan Pendragon

Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

Megan smirked ever so slightly, seeing that Mina was accepted as something of value - and her smirk only increased when Jack's offering was rejected. She giggled a bit too, hardly able to keep her mirth in. Her sibling rivalry was strong at the moment and she was certain that Jack had to be irritated that her skull was accepted, whereas his knife had been rejected. Only of course, Hansel had to step in like a knight in shining armor and save Jack from having to part with something else, handing over his weapon and ammunition. "I think you might have to put out," she whispered to Jack, amused with the idea of Jack having to do favors for Hansel to repay this debt. "Prince Charming might be into that." Of course, it then occurred to her that Prince Charming was probably a real person here.

Their offer had been accepted overall at least - and now they had to kill time until sundown. Megan sighed ever so slightly. She wasn't excited to meet her parents - no, her biological parents - and if anyone asked her that she would double down on that claim. She just didn't like waiting around with nothing to do. Between the two siblings, Gretel seemed to be more competent (and cuter), so Megan followed along after her to the docks.


Runa Johansson

Location: Hotel Valhalla
Skills: N/A

Runa nodded slightly as Nadia came over and put a hand on her shoulder. She knew that Nadia was likely lying - they could all die for real now and even worse than that, they were now in trouble with Runa's father. She'd never been in trouble with her father before. Sure, her mother had had plenty of reasons to be cross with her growing up, but her mother hadn't really believed in traditional punishment. Shockingly, Runa turned out okay and didn't instantly become a brat. Nature versus nurture and all. But even more shockingly, Runa found herself being hugged by her father, feeling his scratchy beard and gigantic muscles. She dwarfed in comparison next to him.

"Umm...." Runa didn't know what to say, her mind going blank for a moment and temporarily forgetting English. "Takk skal du ha1," Runa said in her native tongue. She cleared her throat slightly, her eyes widening a bit as Balder said that they were permitted to continue the search efforts. She thought he was going to lock them inside a room with a board game or something and tell them to keep themselves out of trouble. She nodded quickly. "Thank you," she said again, this time in English.




Runa Baldurdattir

Location: a River
Skills: Asgardian Magic

Runa frowned, seeing the ripples begin to grow in the fog. She didn't trust this one bit. If they hadn't already eliminated Loki as a possibility, Runa would have guessed that he was responsible for this. And then, something more bizarre than threatening occurred - puppies. Runa tilted her head, seeing the swarm of fluffy little creatures heading their way. She tried to sense the magical signature, the fingerprint really of who had conjured them - but it was someone she didn't recognize, someone she didn't know. "I do not know who conjured these - which makes it unlikely to be any of Odin's blood," Runa informed Mary. She was familiar with the magical fingerprint of the other magic users in her family.

"I'll see to their safety," she said, before casting a teleportation charm - a simple one. The swarm vanished, as Runa intended to send them to Odin's throne room, only to reappear back in front of them a moment later. Runa frowned, tilting her head again. She didn't want the puppies to get hurt, but they were in the way. "... Or perhaps a reduction in size?" she murmured, attempting to shrink the dogs to the size of ants, but they hardly became that miniature. They shrunk, but not to the size she was going for.

"...I suppose they are harmless and aren't impeding our course..."

Guin Stark

Location: the Palace
Skills: Telepathy

Guin was a little bit surprised to hear that Annie couldn't get a lock on the others either - mostly since she didn't know that was something Annie was even capable of doing. Secondly, she hadn't considered what she had said to Frigga to be particularly rude or anything. If she wanted to be rude, she would've asked Frigga why her roots were showing and how long it took for her to go to the Asgardian hairdresser. Guin tilted her head slightly. She supposed Asgardians could just be overly formal, gods knew Runa was, and they had the entire Shakespeare vibe going on. "Sounds like a typical dude, won't listen to the woman who knows more than him," Guin lamented, shaking her head slightly at Frigga's description of Odin always looking in the wrong spot.

She had to wonder just how much agency women had on Asgard. She felt bad about it, but she had only ever really heard about Thor and Loki - no one talked much about Frigga. "Also, magic protection charm would be rad. It'd also be super cool if you could magic us on over to the place where the light beam or whatever was coming from, it's near where Baldur lives, I think?" Guin said hesitantly. Asgard's geography wasn't one of her strong suits, as she hadn't ever been there before. She gave Amidala, her pet flying lemur-mouse thing, a scratch behind the ears.

Do you think she's actually going to help or will this be more like an NPC pops up along your quest but won't come along for some contrived reason sort of situation? Guin whispered to Pietro.
In What If? 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Guinevere Stark



Aliases: Agent Starkette, Guin
Age: 20
Power Source: Mutant
Powers: Mind Switch
Personality: Before everything went to hell, Guin would've described herself as a genius disaster bi. Now, she really does put the disaster in disaster bi. She is still impulsive, headstrong, quick witted, and sarcastic. But her grief, guilt, and survivor complex have created a lot of darkness inside of her. She doesn't care about saving the people of the world or those in New York. She just wants revenge for Magneto killing her family. She wants to make him suffer and bleed.
Skills
  • Original Skills:
    • Electronics and Computers
    • S.H.I.E.L.D. protocols and information
    • Investigation
    • Problem Solving
    • Driving (Car)
    • Perception
    • Stamina
    • Unarmed Combat
    • Pistol
    • Sword
  • New Skills:
    • Scavenging
    • Improvised Traps (think Home Alone)
Life Since the Reality Split: Due to their failure to stop Magneto - her second mission, her second failure - Guin lost her family. Her father, Pepper, most of the Avengers, Happy - they all died. Guin was spared only because of an X-gene that decided to express itself at the last minute. She hated herself for it. She blames herself for the death of her family. SHIELD assumed that she was dead and she had nowhere else to go, so she stayed with the X-Men, driven by her rage towards Magneto. She tried to push everyone away early on, but she was fortunate enough to have good friends (and a nice boyfriend) to keep her from self sabotaging too much. The X-Men helped her learn about her powers, giving her enough control that an accidental touch won't trigger a switch. She doesn't know what she'll do after Magneto is killed.
In What If? 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44


I am The Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. I observe all that transpires here, but I do not, cannot, will not interfere. Follow me and dare to face the unknown, and ponder the question... What if?
Earth-257

Halloween, 1999

Nevada

The Blue


Doctor Bruce Banner. In this reality, like many others, he is half monster, half man - a brilliant scientist trapped in the prison of his own mind. In this reality, it was not Rick Jones he tried to save from a tragic accident, but Betty Ross. She died. His efforts changed him, mutating him and transforming him into the Incredible Hulk. While the Hulk, he gained exponential strength and durability, but his anger left him as little more than a mindless beast.

Hunted down by those who would use the Hulk as either a weapon or a science project, Banner fled to the land of lawlessness that was the Blue. He tried to keep a low profile - but love finds a way. In late 1999, Doctor Banner became a father to a young girl, whom he named Lana. To keep her safe, he was forced to make the ultimate sacrifice - to send his daughter into the unknown, only hoping that one day she may find her way back to him.

"Be brave, baby girl," Doctor Banner whispered, holding his hand up against a pod. He was in an abandoned research facility that had once been called Area 51. Tears slid down his face as he stepped away, even as the baby inside the pod screamed and cried for her father. He walked up to a console, gave the pod one last look, and pulled a switch. Without any sort of brilliant flash of light, the pod then vanished.

"Come home one day."

She never did.



@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu@Andromedai
November 12th, 2021 - the Raft

"You can feel it coming too, can't you?" Luminous asked. A creation of the High Evolutionary, she was the perfect merge of Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch's DNA, with her powers exceeding those of her genetic parents. Her long silver hair had chunks of blue in the middle and her skin was extremely tanned, but her most prominent feature was the fiery defiance in her eyes - the certainty that she was better than everyone else in this world.

"Pfft, as if some second rate sorcerer such as yourself could notice it before the likes of Doom," he scoffed. Victor von Doom, enemy of the Fantastic Four, former ruler of Latveria (now a region in Serbia), master scientist and sorcerer, was clad in prison garb. He had been permitted to keep his metal mask to conceal his scarred face and nothing else.

"Unevolved trash," Luminous muttered. "And to think, I was considering helping you." She then turned away from him - their cells were facing each other, on opposite sides of their hexagonal prison.

"I do not need your help!" Doom snarled, before suddenly there was a gigantic BOOM! The kevlar-like polymer that the cells were made out of shattered instantly. The restraint collars, designed to keep enhanced prisoners from using their powers, were completely fried. The cell block was bathed in an eerie red glow, pulsing from the red flashes of emergency sirens. And in the middle, there was a swirling something - a cosmic anomaly.



Doctor Doom reached out, his hand trembling slightly. "A universal doorway..." he muttered, his eyes widening with glee and delight. Distantly, he could hear the screams of guards, trying to subdue other prisoners - guards were doubtlessly rushing to their block right now. And he didn't know how long the doorway would remain open. But if there was one thing Doctor Doom was an expert in, it was power.

A deliciously evil scheme hatched in his mind - a way that he could have it all... in this world and countless others - Doom, supreme. He then plunged himself into the swirling chaos and vanished, only to be followed a second later by a trail of silver.

5:00 AM November 13th, 2021 - the Raft

S.H.I.E.L.D. had called in its finest, the Secret Warriors, to investigate the anomaly connected to the disappearance of two high profile raft prisoners - Victor Von Doom and Luminous. It was definitely more a job suited for the Fantastic Four, but Bonnie understood why Directors Fury and Hill had asked them to give it a try first. It'd be embarrassing for S.H.I.E.L.D. to have to beg the Fantastic Four to help them catch someone the Four had entrusted S.H.I.E.L.D. to keep secure in the Raft. It'd be better for the agency to be able to save face and handle this internally.

It also helped that the Secret Warriors had experience with Luminous, the psychotic speedster.

The team had been taken to the Raft, a secure underwater prison. All other prisoners had been relocated to the Cube, just in case the anomaly spread. They each were dressed in protective suits, designed to keep any potential radiation exposure to a minimum. But really, it was complete guesswork. No one knew what that thing was. It was like a hole in space-time, surrounded by a swirling red haze. "I've never seen anything like this," Bonnie admitted. She had an art pad with her, perhaps not the most traditional tool for an investigation, but she was busy drawing details of the anomaly - it had resisted photography. It wouldn't show up in any photographs.

"It's clearly some sort of swirly science thing," Amelia said. She didn't really know why she had been asked to help with this part. Flying them to the Raft had made sense, but what did they expect her to do, blow on the thing? Maybe it was dangerous or they expected Doom and Luminous could pop up again, so then her presence made sense. However, it then occurred to her that she was there because she was fully a member of this team now - and it made her heart warm. She had to resist the urge to audibly go aww.

"Mhmm," Bonnie agreed.

"It's.... Yeah, I've got nothing," Raynor said, shaking his head. "It's not Asgardian. And it's not the Quantum Realm. And whatever it is, it isn't light, since then I'd be able to manipulate it..." His voice trailed off. He could feel that there was something familiar about the anomaly, but he couldn't place it. It was like the more he tried to think about what it was, the most distant it seemed. "Maybe it's magic?" he asked.

"Do we have anyone here who knows magic?" Amelia then inquired. "Could we give the Prez a ring maybe, see if he knows some special words to get rid of it? Or maybe we just need to find a wand or something and do it like Harry Potter ourselves, with a swish and flick?" She wasn't super clear on the different scientific expertises of the team, but she was vaguely aware that Bonnie's stuff had to do with the human body - and that didn't look biological at all to her.

"Nope," Raynor said, before glancing at Sparky. He wished that she would've stayed home with Zarina, but she had insisted on coming. "Is it electrical?" he asked her.

"Niah, can you see anything?"


Megan Pendragon

Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

Megan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the request that their guides had given them. She could've gone through her things to find something more appropriate, but Megan wanted to make this more interesting. She produced her skull - not the skull inside her body, but the one she had acquired along the way. "This is Mina. Treat her nicely or you will forget it," she told the guides seriously, before holding her hand out with the skull. "She's my dear friend." She wasn't actually crazy - she knew that Mina couldn't talk - but to her a skull was comforting and familiar the way a teddy bear may have been to others.

Plus, she really wanted to see how these people would react. She had noticed that other people were very uncomfortable with the concept of death. They treated the subject as taboo, something to be avoided at any cost. She imagined that that attitude was still common in this fairytale world, so at the very least, she could see two idiots be creeped out by poor little Mina.
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