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5 yrs ago
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Character Summary

Name: Call me Natsu.
Aliases: There are those that call me Roger. It's not my real name buuuut...
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of April.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Location: Western New York.
Gender: Non-binary, male pronouns.
Major/Minor: Software Engineering.
Occupation: Student, Upcoming Google Intern this Summer.
Languages: English, C, Java, Ruby, Python, HTML, CSS.
Current Bio Theme: I'm a sucker for FFX.
Years Rping: At least 7, mostly not here though.
Preferred Rp Section: Casual for sure.
Rp Level: Casual to High Casual.
Dedication Level: Pretty high, I like to think.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Oh god world building without GM permission. Moderate grammar errors I can take, but I'll lynch you if you overstep your bounds.


Height: 5"11'
Weight: 270 pounds
Build: I have a bit of a stomach bulge, but besides that pretty even everywhere else.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Kinda just pale?
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hahahahaha No
Personal Style: Whatever I pull out of my drawer in the morning, irrespective of temperature. I don't feel cold or get hot in the same way you do, so I can dress however I like year round.


Logical * Cold * Intelligent * Obsessive * Protective * Defensive

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Oh god um shit. Well.
Hi there, I'm an asshole. Gonna put That one up front. I'm also a nerd, and sadly those thing can go hand in hand a lot of the time. I often say things i don't mean, especially around those who know me well, so if you've just met me and I'm nice, give me like... a month. I say mean things, probably as some kind of defense mechanism to stop me from getting close to people. I try to fight it, but it's there. I promise I rarely mean to hurt you, and if I do, let me know. Please. Outside of warnings though, I'd say I'm a pretty decent human most of the time. I have some necessary struggles with morality that are interesting. Now don't worry, I'm not a murderer, but I think a lot about the nature of right and wrong, to the point of infuriating those around me. I don't like to take things at face value, so I may openly question the nature of the morality of murder in front of you, and work through logical implications of different stances. My current state on most moral beliefs is not knowing, in fact. Subjective morality to me is pretty obvious, I think killing and stealing and torture are all things I don't wanna do, but that all stems from me not wanting to go to jail/ not wanting to hurt people. Whether or not there's some ultimate morality that's true independent of me, is what I want to know more about.

Outside of internally and externally debating the nature of the universe, I also spend a lot of time doing homework because hahahahahaha STEM majors. I can get into the "I have more homework than you" game. Watching my engineering friends die doing Thermo is almost painful. A lot of my not RPing free time is spent up either on games, programming, or math. Yes I'm one of those weird fuckers who likes math. Some might think this weird, but honestly until you see the beauty of complex exponentiation, or modern number theory, you just don't understand man. Look into it, I promise you'll cry when you see the light. Besides that, I cook a lot when i can, I live in dorms now but you should see what I can do with a gas stove and a knife. If I have an art, it's food.
Habits: I don't drink water from the tap. Ever. I don't care if it's cold or not, I'm going out in shorts and you can't stop me.
Hobbies: Cooking, Programming, Overwatch, Magic the Gathering, Math, Rubik's Cubes, DnD.
Fears: Being left Vulnerable, Failure.
Likes: Fluffy animals, When the dice favor me, Games, Scaly animals, Math.
Dislikes: Sad doggos, when the dice hate me, outside, cruelty.

Cards On The Table

Rp's Currently Gming: None
Rp's Currently Enjoying: Breakfast University of Magic, Darker than Black, Our Game.
Other Places Of Interest: I used to bounce around on the Nerdfighteria Vanilla Forums and it's various predecessors.
Favorite Posts: Still the best thing on the guild.


What Brings You To Role Player Guild: The death of my first Roleplay Site
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Oh Jesus. So there was this site, orignally known as Your Pants. It was wonderful, and any Nerdfighters probably know what I'm talking about. My first Roleplay's were on that site, and I was S H I T. The worst you could imagine. Oh god part of me is glad that the old site is buried and lost to time, in a data shredded pile that can't ever be recovered (STAY AWAY FROM THE WAYBACK MACHINE IF YOU LOVE ME). Any way, that site when through a couple iterations, from site death to revival to death to revival. The people rotated and left and returned until one day, we all were gone. I found the site somewhere between my departure and the overall death of that site's RP section. Good friends were made, lost and died there.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: Bit less Nostalgic and more cheery for this part then. Guild's been nice, and I've been on and off as life got harder or easier at different points, but I think I've stabilized on something good where I am now.


Quotes or Sayings: "What do you mean I can only have 7 shots of Espresso?"
Theme Song: I'm a sucker for jazzed up versions of childhood songs.
Advice To The World:
Anything Else: I think people shoot for happiness, and while that's good, I don't think you should ever achieve it. You need to keep upping your standards, and never become complacent.

Most Recent Posts

Elizabeth Flame

Location: Carriage 1 -> Hogwarts: The Seventh Floor - Dumbledore's Office
Magic: N/A

Riding in the carriage, Flame found the best way to avoid conflict with Paige was to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like getting in trouble now, on her way to the office of the headmaster. That sounded like a bad way to remain a student at this esteemed institution, best to save fuckery for times that favored discretion. Looking out the carriage, Eliza smiled at the creatures leading it. She learned from a young age that not all could see the thestrals, and she always felt a connection with them because of that. She thought that that was the moment that marked her as an odd duck, not being sorted into Slytherin as a muggleborn, but that she could see this hidden gem of Hogwarts. In the moment of course, she was terrified, seeing these skeletal horses in a new and strange world, but as she grew older, she felt a kind of kinship with them.

As they entered the castle, Eliza stuck close to Fae, rolling her eyes a bit as she heard the password for entering the headmaster's quarters. The old man was a bit of an odd one, she'd never expect a wizard as wizardy as Albus Dumbledore to enjoy muggle sweets, but it seemed as if he did. She much preferred more traditional treats, opting for M&Ms as her go to candy. Heading up into the room, she prepared for the worst, not expecting this to end well, but as she heard the headmaster's pitch for them to become the first members of a secret society for the express purpose of dealing with threats that dark wizards may pose to the wizarding world, she couldn't help but break out into a grin. She wanted to join, badly, feeling she was born for this, in many respects. "I'm in, assumin' you can clear the detention Fae and I racked up on the way here." She said coyly. That wasn't a real condition on her membership, of course, but she had to at least try.

Oliver Sullivan

Location: Virology Lab -> Panic Room

Oliver felt dazed, confused, and unable to make sense of the world around him in any capacity. It was like the floor was ripped out from under him, and he was falling down a dark abyss, from which the only escape would be the ground at the end of it. Out of nowhere though, somebody had grabbed his hand, and he looked up, meeting her eyes and his face breaking from the shock, turning into a look of pure despair, tears rolling down his face with reckless abandon. "Thanos... he-" He started to choke out, as out of nowhere, the cat shot a tentacle out of it's mouth, and wrapped around him. A look of horror and surprise crossed his face, as he was once again shocked by the events that had come to pass, and was dragged into the panic room.

Once he was released, it was as if the new shock had rocked him loose of his stupor. He felt like he could at least speak, and finished his sentence, his face still red and voice horse. "He destroyed Cardiff. I saw.. I saw-" As he tried to spit it out, he just broke into tears again, full on sobbing at the thought, words making it real. he desperately wanted to go back to the world of five minutes ago, but that was lost forever. Unable to get up, he brought his knees close to his chest, and assumed a kind of upright fetal position. His head started to ache, and he looked between his teammates, the only family he really had left. A much more durable, rough family, but a family none the less.

Elizabeth Flame

Location: The Reception
Skills: Transmutation

This was the first wedding Elizabeth had even been to, and it was a lot. She supposed this was one of the perks of being an X-woman; fight with the big boys, party with the big boys, it seemed. That was a fair trade to her, she was sure many would kill to be in her position, but she just felt off. Socializing around the wedding, Elizabeth had tried at one point to copy that magic material that made up Captain America's shield, getting her hands on in for a few moments, but being unable to replicate it with her powers. That disappointed her a bit, but she wasn't going to let something like that keep her down at a wedding.

Not feeling much like dancing, instead she opted to find the bride and groom and wish them well. Tracking down Guin and Pietro, Elizabeth gave them a smile and said, "Congratulations, both of you. I just wanted to say um..." She trailed awkwardly, before continuing, "Thanks for inviting me." She wasn't used to feeling out of place, but in all honesty, she did here. She was getting to know these people better, but she just had trouble internalizing that she belonged with them. Ever since her accident, something inside of her had been damaged, and left her with a kind of self doubt that made it hard for her relax properly..

Oliver Sullivan

Location: Virology Lab
Skills: Hacking

Oliver gave a look at Novikova before starting to say, "Thane's in the-" Before stopping dead. There was something itching in his mind, something that set off alarm bells almost instantly. It took him a moment, but he remembered. That damn night when she was drunk off her ass, she said something, he had chalked it up to the state she was in, but no, it was so, so much more. His mind racing, the pieces were connecting in his mind. They shared the same birthday, they were both inhuman, they were at the same god damn hospital. It all made too much sense. "I... I need to call my mom." He said, taking out his cellphone, a lost look in his eyes.

As the call went to voice mail, his heart skipped a beat at the sound of the explosions. Thinking as quickly as he could, he could only assume they were under siege from The Mad Titan. Needing to confirm this, his hands trembled, he was in Thanos' system once, he believed he could get back in. And, to his horror, he was correct, for it was not The Hub that was being assaulted, but Cardiff. He could see his city being turned to rubble, like Attilan before it. His jaw dropped as he tried something, anything to get it to stop, but he was helpless to do anything but watch his home burn.

Feeling hollow inside, his phone dropped to the ground. In shock, and feeling lost. Tears began to stream down the side of his face, as he realized that, everything he once was has been ripped away from him in an instant. His mother and father, his home, everyone he'd ever known or loved, they were all gone, and all the brains or powers in the world couldn't do a goddamn thing about it. Even his identity was gone, not really knowing who he was supposed to be any more. Oliver Sullivan, in effect, had been killed, who stood before them now was him in name only.

He didn't have any answers here, nowhere to go, nothing to do, not even the chaos that was happening around him concerned him, he felt stuck. Closing his mouth, and breathing in, he looked at the team around him. Even they hated him, they weren't his friends, not really, they barely knew him, and he put them all at risk earlier. He had nothing, for the first real time in his life. All he could muster out was, "They're dead. They're all dead." His voice breaking as he spoke, before sitting on the ground, and looking at everyone around him with empty eyes. He knew there was an emergency happening, but damn if he felt like he could do anything about it.
Arthur Stanford

Location:The Galley

Smiling at Andy, he very pointedly didn't tell her if she was right or not. About to gush about his recent mist related achievements, he was cut off as the room filled with mist. This was odd, to say the least, and he was ready to attack whatever the hell came out of there. It seemed, however, that Rebecca wasn't perturbed much by the phenomenon, or at least, she wasn't afraid. That kept him from throwing his knife blindly into it at one of the figures, but he was still on his toes. He never knew what to expect any more, and that meant he was always a little on edge.

As the woman stepped towards them, coming into sight, he watched the ferret run up is shoulder, and gagged as it farted. Coughing, and glaring a bit at it. If Rebecca hadn't made it clear that this was a god, he probably would have thrown it off himself immediately, but now he was afraid of what wrath that might impose. Giving him a little pet, he followed Andy's suit, also unsure of the protocol for introducing himself to a god "And uh, I'm Arthur, Miss Hestia... Ma'am?" He said uncertainly, he wanted to ask why the Goddess had just shown up here, but he didn't know how rude that would be.

Oliver Sullivan

Location: Hangar ->Virology Lab
Skills: Superspeed

Flustered by the entire situation, Oliver panicked. He didn't want to be in the middle of the politics of this situation, that wasn't why he joined SHIELD, he just wanted to do good work and help people the best he could. He couldn't. however deny Hill. That was how people got reassigned to an Antarctic research facility, and Oli hated the cold. He just awkwardly nodded, he backed up a few steps, before starting to speed off, only for the worst thing possible to happen. He tripped, and fell on Hill, knocking the both of them over, with him laying over her. He started scrambling to get up as quickly as possible, muttering something about being sorry, though he was incapable of forming proper sentences at this point. After helping her up, he sped off as quickly as he could.

Moving quickly was something new to Oliver, but he was slowly getting used to it, and he had confidence that he'd eventually be able to it without this much effort. Zooming into the Virology Lab, he noticed that something was going on with Cass, with lots of people crowding around here, and Sparky was on a stretcher. Coughing for a moment, and leaning against the entrance, he said, "When she has a moment, Director Hill told me to get Agent Reed, she needs to talk to her." He still felt awkward, after putting her life at risk the way he did. He knew she was under a lot of stress right now, but he was sure she feared the Director as much as he did, so he didn't expect much push back.

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Top Front -> Carriage 1

Elizabeth didn't know what was worse, the pain in her neck, or the fact that that the headmaster already wanted to talk to her, before she even had arrived at the school. If she were getting in trouble for something she'd done last year, she would assume that she'd have gotten an owl over the summer warning her, and she doubted the Trolley Witch would have snitched on her yet, given the calamity that had befallen them all earlier, so she was at a lost for what the man could have wanted. Scoffing a little at Zelda, Elizabeth just shook her head, saying, "Whatever you need to tell yerself"

She didn't like the idea of leaving her cat behind, but she expected the teachers to at least treat Shadow with a bit of respect. Stepping back to her stuff, she leaned down and gave her cat a little pat on the head, saying, "I'll see ya' later baby, be good for me!" Standing up straight, she gave one last look back at her stuff, hoping nobody would mess with it while unattended. Shaking her head, she started down the train, following after Zelda and Paige, and ending up in the same carriage as them. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to spend more time with either of them, but it was the closer of the two carriages, an she didn't know where Fae was.

Elizabeth Flame

Location: Stark Tower, Roof
Skills: Transmutation

As the giant face recessed from view, Eliza felt that primal fear in her mind sink away. The massive alien was gone, and the day was saved. Some might see it as an anticlimax, but Elizabeth collapsed to the ground once he was gone, a smile spreading across her face. That was her first mission, and more than that, it was for the fate of the world. This felt surreal, and amazing, to have done something good for people. More than that though, the existential threat was gone, and that was a load off her back like nothing she'd experienced before. Looking at the group, she said, grinning, "I remember one of you promising me Vegas after this, y'all better not cop out."

Locking her eyes towards the sky, she took a breath in. It'd been a hell of a day, and she needed some celebration in one form or another. If this was what her life was to be, then she'd have to find some ways to deal with the stress. This was fun and all, but hell if it worrying about constant death didn't take an emotional toll. She felt like she had a headache, and wanted to sleep for a week, neither of which were particularly pleasant feelings. Sitting straight up, she looked at the people around her, and smiled. They'd make good friends, she thought, and decided she'd have to get to know them better after this. Almost forgetting, she smacked her hand back on the ground, and freed Sue, before they left her on the roof in a concrete dome.

Oliver Sullivan

Location: Quinjet -> Hangar
Skills: Speedeating

In the Quinjet, Oli had been dealing with one of the worst cases of hunger pangs in his life. Being recently entered into the speedster club, he hadn't realized that being able to move at these speeds had a major drawback; a metabolism to match. He needed food, and he needed it now, literally salivating at the smell of the bar food in the jet. He knew there was work to do, but he felt like if he didn't eat right now, he'd be unable to focus on anything else. Really, this was dealing with a liability the team would have had to deal with later. Getting ahead of himself, his speed kicked in, and he got a few fries down his mouth, before quickly struggling to swallow.

Coughing up what was shoved in his mouth, it soared and hit the wall in front of him. Gasping for air, he slowed his intake of food, and peeked his head as he heard Tinley being chewed out by Director Hill. That was a voice one didn't forget, not if they were interested in continued employment, that is. Cleaning up the mess he made in the Quinjet once he was finished eating, he knew he'd need to go out and make it clear they were heard. He swallowed hard, and stepped out of the Quinjet, and gave a silent acknowledgement, just a look at the two of them, and continued walking forward, hoping they wouldn't want to talk to him about what he'd heard.
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