Half PintI'm going away to New York tomorrow until the 20th, so I'll try and post from my phone if possible but I'm unsure if the hotel will have Wi-Fi so idk.
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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
STATUS: Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake 10 yrs ago
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Azarthes just wants a quiet life.
YOU FUCKER I WAS GOING TO MAKE THAT JOKE
Alessa recoiled as the trucker lunged at her. Frankly, she was more shocked that her 'cool' line had failed. Her eye's quickly shifted to the open door leading to the drivers seat of the truck. She managed to dodge the truckers first swing and was wondering what kind of man tries to attack someone holding a gun at such close range. Alessa could easily blow his organs out through his back if need be. But it seemed the trucker had called her bluff.
The gun was only loaded with one bullet, and it was four chambers away from firing. Despite being the daughter of two gang lords, all Alessa had ever shot were paper targets. She'd killed a rabbit by accident once, and practically never left her room for the two weeks that followed out of shock and sadness. She was far from prepared to kill someone, especially in front of all of those people.
The trucker managed to shoulder barge, Alessa to the floor. He quickly got on top of her and readied a punch that was aimed straight for her nose. She stared into his eyes, her 'plan' would work. Calling it a plan was as generous as it got. If anything it was stage 1 of a plan that hadn't been reviewed yet and needed a lot of editing before it was put into action. Nevertheless, Alessa went through with it. She raised her head and it seemed to shrink, the rest of her body going with it in an action that took less than two seconds. She was sucked into the trucker's eye like some sort of Salvador Dali painting.
At the same time that she went into the truckers eye she came out of the rear-view mirror in the front of the truck. She had forgotten to account for the driver in her plan, for some strange reason thinking the truck was driving itself. What followed was quite the tussle, the driver attempting to balance his driving as well as subdue Alessa and Alessa trying to disrupt his driving as much as possible along with attempting to subdue the driver.
The truck swerved left and right for a few minutes as the 'fight' went on. It was lucky they were travelling on a rather desolate road, if the road had cars on it, then a crash was sure to ensue. Alessa foresaw the fight going on for much longer than she had hoped, and began to devise a plan in her head as she whacked the driver's arm, now fixed around her neck, with her gun. Her eyes darted to the window next to her. In a last ditch effort she threw the gun at said window. It was absorbed into the window and came flying out at the driver's nose, allowing for Alessa to begin her assault.
She sent a flurry of punches and kicks to the driver's head as the truck swerved and began to slow down until finally the door swung open and the driver fell out onto the embankment below. Alessa quickly assumed the position in the drivers seat. Her gun lay at her feet, but now was not the time to be dealing with the trucker, after all he was greatly outnumbered and if the group acted quick enough, then he wouldn't be able to arm himself with the shotgun.
The one problem with the situation was that, Alessa hadn't finished her driving lessons, and her driving was erratic to say the least. She was beginning to go at a much faster rate than was necessary and she was now drifting slowly to the right without realizing.
The gun was only loaded with one bullet, and it was four chambers away from firing. Despite being the daughter of two gang lords, all Alessa had ever shot were paper targets. She'd killed a rabbit by accident once, and practically never left her room for the two weeks that followed out of shock and sadness. She was far from prepared to kill someone, especially in front of all of those people.
The trucker managed to shoulder barge, Alessa to the floor. He quickly got on top of her and readied a punch that was aimed straight for her nose. She stared into his eyes, her 'plan' would work. Calling it a plan was as generous as it got. If anything it was stage 1 of a plan that hadn't been reviewed yet and needed a lot of editing before it was put into action. Nevertheless, Alessa went through with it. She raised her head and it seemed to shrink, the rest of her body going with it in an action that took less than two seconds. She was sucked into the trucker's eye like some sort of Salvador Dali painting.
At the same time that she went into the truckers eye she came out of the rear-view mirror in the front of the truck. She had forgotten to account for the driver in her plan, for some strange reason thinking the truck was driving itself. What followed was quite the tussle, the driver attempting to balance his driving as well as subdue Alessa and Alessa trying to disrupt his driving as much as possible along with attempting to subdue the driver.
The truck swerved left and right for a few minutes as the 'fight' went on. It was lucky they were travelling on a rather desolate road, if the road had cars on it, then a crash was sure to ensue. Alessa foresaw the fight going on for much longer than she had hoped, and began to devise a plan in her head as she whacked the driver's arm, now fixed around her neck, with her gun. Her eyes darted to the window next to her. In a last ditch effort she threw the gun at said window. It was absorbed into the window and came flying out at the driver's nose, allowing for Alessa to begin her assault.
She sent a flurry of punches and kicks to the driver's head as the truck swerved and began to slow down until finally the door swung open and the driver fell out onto the embankment below. Alessa quickly assumed the position in the drivers seat. Her gun lay at her feet, but now was not the time to be dealing with the trucker, after all he was greatly outnumbered and if the group acted quick enough, then he wouldn't be able to arm himself with the shotgun.
The one problem with the situation was that, Alessa hadn't finished her driving lessons, and her driving was erratic to say the least. She was beginning to go at a much faster rate than was necessary and she was now drifting slowly to the right without realizing.
I mean, it's not uncommon for people to have similar personalities. I'd say it's fine, but in the end it's up to, Unknowable if Blizz has a major problem with it.
Finished my app I think.
Two Weeks Ago
Alessa splashed water on her face before staring into her reflection. She moved a long strand of raven black hair out of her line of vision and curved it behind her ear. She was already a target, being the daughter of two of the most notorious gangs in America, but was even more of a target now that her power had appeared. Her lip quivered and her eyes began to tear up, she quickly rubbed her eyes with her elbow though and stopped any tears from dripping down her pale face.
She tiptoed out of the bathroom and back to her room, putting on her jacket and picking up her bags. Lastly, she retrieved her revolver from its place in her desk drawer. She stuffed the gun into her inside jacket pocket, along with a few rounds of ammo in beside it. She crept through the dark halls of her house, taking one last stop in her parents' room before departing. They were sound asleep, Alessa's lip quivered once more. They weren't the best parents, and they had more than their fair share of arguments, but they loved, Alessa and she loved them, and that was all that mattered. She cautiously closed the door and made her way out of the house and into the cold nights breeze.
Present Day
Alessa sat in the back of the large truck, being tossed and bounced about as it travelled along the bumpy and largely unrepairable road. She kept her head down, hardly ever looking at anyone throughout the whole trip. Before she had left home she was a chatty, talkative young woman, but she had maintained that it was better to reveal as little as possible after leaving, made it harder for people to trace her back to her parents.
Her head turned to face the blinding light of the back door opening. She squinted to see a male figure barking out orders and demanding payment for the journey. Alessa's brow furrowed, the payment wasn't what she was annoyed about, it was the fact that she'd already paid for the journey that annoyed her. She watched as a girl around, Alessa's own age whispered something to the man, he nodded with some sick expression growing on his face. This only made, Alessa's expression all the more angry.
Suddenly, one of the passengers managed to grow some balls and stand up to the man, only to be met with the threat of violence by way of shotgun. Alessa closed her eyes. She shouldn't intervene, it wasn't her problem, just leave the guy to his fate. But that wasn't how she was raised. No matter how many people her parents extorted or beat up they always did it with some semblance of honour or good intention. She rose from her seat as the armed assailant turned to face, Guy. She reached into her pocket, sneaking behind the two men before lashing her arm out, revolver in hand and whipping the gunman across the back of the head, sending him tumbling to the ground unconscious. She pointed the gun to the other mans head, pulling the trigger down with her thumb.
"Let him go or I paint the inside of this van a new shade of red." She threatened, now gripping the gun with two hands rather than one.
Alessa splashed water on her face before staring into her reflection. She moved a long strand of raven black hair out of her line of vision and curved it behind her ear. She was already a target, being the daughter of two of the most notorious gangs in America, but was even more of a target now that her power had appeared. Her lip quivered and her eyes began to tear up, she quickly rubbed her eyes with her elbow though and stopped any tears from dripping down her pale face.
She tiptoed out of the bathroom and back to her room, putting on her jacket and picking up her bags. Lastly, she retrieved her revolver from its place in her desk drawer. She stuffed the gun into her inside jacket pocket, along with a few rounds of ammo in beside it. She crept through the dark halls of her house, taking one last stop in her parents' room before departing. They were sound asleep, Alessa's lip quivered once more. They weren't the best parents, and they had more than their fair share of arguments, but they loved, Alessa and she loved them, and that was all that mattered. She cautiously closed the door and made her way out of the house and into the cold nights breeze.
Present Day
Alessa sat in the back of the large truck, being tossed and bounced about as it travelled along the bumpy and largely unrepairable road. She kept her head down, hardly ever looking at anyone throughout the whole trip. Before she had left home she was a chatty, talkative young woman, but she had maintained that it was better to reveal as little as possible after leaving, made it harder for people to trace her back to her parents.
Her head turned to face the blinding light of the back door opening. She squinted to see a male figure barking out orders and demanding payment for the journey. Alessa's brow furrowed, the payment wasn't what she was annoyed about, it was the fact that she'd already paid for the journey that annoyed her. She watched as a girl around, Alessa's own age whispered something to the man, he nodded with some sick expression growing on his face. This only made, Alessa's expression all the more angry.
Suddenly, one of the passengers managed to grow some balls and stand up to the man, only to be met with the threat of violence by way of shotgun. Alessa closed her eyes. She shouldn't intervene, it wasn't her problem, just leave the guy to his fate. But that wasn't how she was raised. No matter how many people her parents extorted or beat up they always did it with some semblance of honour or good intention. She rose from her seat as the armed assailant turned to face, Guy. She reached into her pocket, sneaking behind the two men before lashing her arm out, revolver in hand and whipping the gunman across the back of the head, sending him tumbling to the ground unconscious. She pointed the gun to the other mans head, pulling the trigger down with her thumb.
"Let him go or I paint the inside of this van a new shade of red." She threatened, now gripping the gun with two hands rather than one.
Changed my characters appearance, may change back to the original tomorrow but idk
"Do you know my real name?"
Real Name: Unknown, goes by 'Ammon'
Superhero Name: Osiris
Age: Unknown, millenia
Power:
-Does not age
-Control, creation and invulnerability to flame.
-Enhanced aspects of the human body
Bio:
Ammon was born under the reign of the Pharaoh Tutankhamun as a slave. His life was tough growing up, and he was forced into helping build various wonders such as the pyramids and the sphinx throughout his life. That is until one faithful night when he discovered his 'gift'. He had woken up in the middle of the night, and was struggling to get to sleep when his hand felt strangely warm. He investigated the situation and found a small ball of flame dancing in the palm of his hand.
He kept his power a secret for the most part, honing it at night when no one could see him. He eventually escaped using his powers one night, but was caught by a guard in the middle of his daring escape. Ammon lashed out, slashing the guard across the face with a whip of flame, scarring the guard for the rest of his life. A second guard arrived shortly, having seen Ammon's ability. This guard was much more savvy than the other enraged one though, and saw a promotion in his future if he showed Ammon to the right people. And so the cycle began. First it was a slave master, and then a noble and then it went all the way until Tutankhamun himself had met Ammon.
This was when Ammon's life turned around completely. Tutankhamun took a liking to Ammon and granted his freedom along with pay in exchange for protection and a few tricks to be shown here and there from Ammon. Things were cushy for a while, but things turned sour when king Tut died. As was customary, his workers and whatnot were to be buried with him so they would travel with him into the afterlife. This included, Ammon. He was put inside the tomb in the hopes that he'd never be let out.
They underestimated Ammon.
He bided his time, and eventually 'died' as it were. Essentially he was put into a coma of sorts, comparable to a caterpillar in it's cocoon. He was awoken in 1922 by the explorer, Howard Carter. The only downside was that he had lost his memory. He could recall various blotches of memory from his past life, mainly about his time with king Tut but everything else was generally lost in time. Carter helped him get back on his feet and eventually Ammon fought in WW2, among the desert rats.
He lost his memory for a second time after the squad he was fighting with was struck by a grenade. Ammon was lucky enough to be just out of the lethal blast radius, but was sent tumbling down a crevice, to fall asleep for a time longer.
He woke up in 2009, in a world far different from the one he had fallen asleep in. Again, he had forgotten a large amount of his life and could only remember tiny blotches of information from his time with king tut, along with a small amount of memories from his time in WW2. He began tracing his history back, becoming something of an anomaly among the people he met along his journey. He eventually ended up in, New Horn City, and was accepted into The Big 5 after using his powers to save a woman from being mugged.
I think it's because I made it with a title, I could make another one without that if you'd prefer?
@Mr_pink A PiratePad might be a better option. More stable, at least from my experience, but otherwise the same system. Doesn't require making an official account though.
I'm happy using anything to be honest.
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