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6 yrs ago
I hope you like Symbiotes....
6 yrs ago
Shameless plug for a friend's RP I've applied for: A No More Heroes RP by BC over in Advanced. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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7 yrs ago
Another shameless Status plug for my Tokyo Ghoul interest check in Casual. No knowledge of Tokyo Ghoul required to join and enjoy!
7 yrs ago
Just a friendly reminder that I've got a Tokyo Ghoul check up in Casual. No prior knowledge of Ghoul required if you're interested. ^^
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Tokyo Ghoul Interest Check is up in Casual! Give it a look if you're interested. ^^
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So... Not big on Bios... Prefer people just talk to me if they'd like to know shit.

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Between Hermes and his pulling people into different locations, and Protean's terrorizing of the goons, it wasn't long before they were moving forward into the next area. Protean had changed forms, taking on one not unlike the form he had pulled back during the Wards' training session. A Minotaur.

With a small grunt he forced open the door across from where they had entered, showing...

Inkscape.

"What took you so long?" he asked as Protean looked around him.

"You cleared.... Huh. Always that fast, Ink?"

"Ha ha ha," Inkscape replied, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. He pointed at a door with a Management sign on it. "Intel should be in there...


One Girl, Two guys, Three Cups



"Eh? Who wants to know?" One of the men asked with a grin as he took in Nora. "Ah, one of them powered wierdoes, eh? Yeah, yeah, I can send ya to someone who can help ya. They'll sort ya out, cause I ain't dealing with ya and ya drama."

With a jerk of his head, the man motioned towards a set of rickety stairs over in the corner beside the bar counter. "Benito'll take care of ya."


Name: Anya Pharmercy

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Occupation: Unemployed Drifter

Appearance: Anya is a picture of rough beauty, with dirty blond hair that is rarely not in a pony tail. When released it reaches nearly to the middle of her back. Her emerald eyes pierce out with a stunning ferocity. You feel as if everything about you and your actions are analyzed instantly against such a gaze...

She's lean and fit, 120 pounds of packed muscle inside her 5'10" frame. Still feminine, her curves and looks can draw eyes when she walks by.

Her voice, soft and musical, can catch the ear and weave into your very soul.

Personality: Anya is a fairly cold, rational person. She has emotions, but she understands when emotions don't belong. She's learned that lesson. As such it's not easy to catch her out of control or to manipulate her through emotional means.

Given her history, it comes as no surprise that she handles well under pressure and in tense situations. Her first reaction is to mediate non-urgent threats, but she will take action if necessary.

Beyond those eyes is a slight thrill, a burning passion, and it says that Anya will do whatever is necessary for... Whatever her goals are.

Skills:
Detective Vision: Anya is greatly skilled in picking up audible and visible details in both people and her surroundings. "... Are you following me?"

Clear the Room!: Anya is greatly skilled with all forms of hand based combat. "My body is a weapon, too, you brat."

Break the Wheel!: Anya is in peak physical condition. "I can do whatever you can do... But better."

Control the Mob: Anya is mildly proficient at helping defuse a situation. "Look, bub, I know it's hard..."

Catchphrase: Anya has fair skill with a computer, and mild ability to hack into electronic systems. "You call that a password??"

Sticks and Stones: Anya has been learning how to build things, and has a basic understanding of how to make things fit together. "So... If I put this to that, then...."

Your Lie:
Anya was born in small town, middle of nowhere, "I don't remember the fucking name, you twat" over in the most backwoods place you can imagine.

Her life was... Drab. Boring. She excelled in physical activities, raised and rode horses, hunted, fished, and worked on a farm. And she. Hated. Every. Day.

As soon as she was legal, Anya left for the city. A few years as a stuntwoman, a few months as a parkour exhibitionist, she jogged from job to job.

Eventually she managed to land a security job, which provided training, and she kept it. She made a name for herself. You didn't fuck with Anya Pharmercy or you went to the pharmacy for the meds when you got out of the emergency room.

A private contract came her way when she was 26, and she began her work as a bodyguard for a certain Sonika Treyk, a wealthy woman. For years Anya protected this woman, stopping assassination attempts, muggins, greedy photographers...

But Anya couldn't protect her own feelings. As the months turned into years, Anya fell in love with Sonika, and at the age of 33 confessed as much to the younger woman.

Spurned, her rage consumed her and Anya strangled Sonika until the woman was unconscious before throwing the woman's limp body from the penthouse roof, dozens of stories up.

From there, Anya went in the run. Threatening, injuring, bribing, and killing anyone she needed to in order maintain her freedom. The police wouldn't touch her, and no one was left to seek revenge against her or wanted to do such.

Now she travels the country, looking for the next thing to satisfy the hole in her heart.

Your Truth:
Life is a lie, but only if you let it be.

Theme Song:

Misc: I accept these terms and conditions. Surprise, motherfucker!

I am more excited for this than I should be.



Caesar chuckled to himself as he turned around, giving a slight pat on Feya's arm as he went past. "You can stay if you want, yeah? I'm going to go look at the local weapons. Perhaps I gain something, perhaps not. Perhaps I'll bring back something for the ship, if I can think of anything someone else wouldn't have grabbed." he said lazily as he walked away, finishing his cigar and putting it out in the dirt. "Perhaps you can test yourself and see how many trips you would have to make to bring back all the supplies the others have gotten. Mhmm. Perhaps you'll stay here admist the bickering. Perhaps you'll find something better to do, yeah?"

With that, Caesar waved and continued onward towards the town. 1


Name: Anya Pharmercy

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Occupation: Unemployed Drifter

Appearance: Anya is a picture of rough beauty, with dirty blond hair that is rarely not in a pony tail. When released it reaches nearly to the middle of her back. Her emerald eyes pierce out with a stunning ferocity. You feel as if everything about you and your actions are analyzed instantly against such a gaze...

She's lean and fit, 120 pounds of packed muscle inside her 5'10" frame. Still feminine, her curves and looks can draw eyes when she walks by.

Her voice, soft and musical, can catch the ear and weave into your very soul.

Personality: Anya is a fairly cold, rational person. She has emotions, but she understands when emotions don't belong. She's learned that lesson. As such it's not easy to catch her out of control or to manipulate her through emotional means.

Given her history, it comes as no surprise that she handles well under pressure and in tense situations. Her first reaction is to mediate non-urgent threats, but she will take action if necessary.

Beyond those eyes is a slight thrill, a burning passion, and it says that Anya will do whatever is necessary for... Whatever her goals are.

Skills:
Detective Vision: Anya is greatly skilled in picking up audible and visible details in both people and her surroundings. "... Are you following me?"

Clear the Room!: Anya is greatly skilled with all forms of weaponry, both handheld, hand based, and firearm. "My body is a weapon, too, you brat."

Break the Wheel!: Anya is in peak physical condition. "I can do whatever you can do... But better."

Control the Mob: Anya is mildly proficient at helping defuse a situation. "Look, bub, I know it's hard..."

Catchphrase: Anya has fair skill with a computer, and mild ability to hack into electronic systems. "You call that a password??"

Sticks and Stones: Anya has been learning how to build things, and has a basic understanding of how to make things fit together. "So... If I put this to that, then...."

Your Lie:
Anya was born in small town, middle of nowhere, "I don't remember the fucking name, you twat" over in the most backwoods place you can imagine.

Her life was... Drab. Boring. She excelled in physical activities, raised and rode horses, hunted, fished, and worked on a farm. And she. Hated. Every. Day.

As soon as she was legal, Anya left for the city. A few years as a stuntwoman, a few months as a parkour exhibitionist, she jogged from job to job.

Eventually she managed to land a security job, which provided training, and she kept it. She made a name for herself. You didn't fuck with Anya Pharmercy or you went to the pharmacy for the meds when you got out of the emergency room.

A private contract came her way when she was 26, and she began her work as a bodyguard for a certain Sonika Treyk, a wealthy woman. For years Anya protected this woman, stopping assassination attempts, muggins, greedy photographers...

But Anya couldn't protect her own feelings. As the months turned into years, Anya fell in love with Sonika, and at the age of 33 confessed as much to the younger woman.

Spurned, her rage consumed her and Anya strangled Sonika until the woman was unconscious before throwing the woman's limp body from the penthouse roof, dozens of stories up.

From there, Anya went in the run. Threatening, injuring, bribing, and killing anyone she needed to in order maintain her freedom. The police wouldn't touch her, and no one was left to seek revenge against her or wanted to do such.

Now she travels the country, looking for the next thing to satisfy the hole in her heart.

Your Truth:
Life is a lie, but only if you let it be.

Theme Song:

Misc: I accept these terms and conditions. Surprise, motherfucker!




So much was going on, so many noises. A voice in her ear. The screech, the cracks, the loud roar of a large object displacing air. Bodies crunching, squishing, breaking. The near deafening explosion before Messiah yelled. So much yelling. She barely felt herself be picked up, but she felt the nails and the hands and the fists as they connected with her in an attempt at reaching her... Savior?

She recognized his voice. That metallic robot beneath the helmet. Shadow guy. He hated her. Why was he -

Ah, yes, obviously he wanted to throw her away like the trash she was. Somehow. Couldn't have just killed her, he had to prove how pathetic and worthless and dumb she really was.

Her face was wet. Why was it wet? Why -

She felt a tug, and then the hard impact of the floor. Words. A gunshot that hurt her ears it was so close. Words. Yelling. A sickening goop under around her. On her. Making her uglier. Smellier.

Worthless. Left behind. Stupid. Give up. Pathetic. She felt a sharp pain in her side as a foot collided with her ribs. Pathetic child.

Why. Couldn't. She. Just. Die?!
Why didn't she just go through with it before? She could've. But no. She had to be stupid. Why bring down everyone around her with her ugly, pathetic, stupid little excuse of a life?

WHY???

Lillian staggered to her feet, shaking as tears streamed down her face.

"If you won't just kill me, I'll make you kill me!" she screamed, her voice cracking from the force behind the noise. She'd make them kill her. Be a big threat, she could do that. Be so big they had to just kill her. End her. End this pathetic, useless, excuse of an ugly life!



Jason



Jason dove to the side as the train engine stopped. That can't be good! he thought in surprise, moments before the engine came whizzing by his face.

That would've killed him. He was sure of it.

So much chaos, so many bodies. Wow, just wow. He was in surprise at how quickly everything was deteriorating, even with the mass amount of damage the Jacks and Wards were putting out. The bodies just kept coming. And some of them were showing powers.

"Headhunter! That kid that just threw the engine back at me, I need him dead. We need to evacuate, maybe find a way to drop the roofbut- this is a lost fight." he said through the comms. Looking around, he found the wreckage of the car the Ward had thrown, plowing through the clones in his way. Reaching the crumpled vehicle, he activated his power before using the car as a battering ram and fan to clear the way for....

"Fuck..." Jason growled as his eyes landed on two Chatterbox's and Sofia's.

And as if to signal the situation was getting productively worse, he heard the yell of the Dino girl, followed by the deepest, loudest, pants-shitting primal roar of the night.


Lillian made the largest transformation she had managed in her short time as a cape. Nearly twenty feet long, her claws were as long as her forearms normally were, her teeth the size of her normal chest.

Be as big a target as she could be. Force everyone to have to kill her.

She roared, the sound tearing through the air.

A Suicide mission, really. They would kill her. It only made sense to.

Her jaws clamped shut around the clones swarming Heartless, tearing into them with a viscousness few could match.

A low rumble signaled that Heartless would do best to vacate before she turned on him, her tail swinging over his head as she leaned forward and snapped her powerful jaws shut, separating herself further from her teammates.

And just as quickly as she had started, the giant dinosaur just...Stopped.

Gone, vanished.

She'd made herself a target, and now she presented the flimsiest Target she could:
Herself.

"Do it! I - I dare you!" she yelled at the sea of clones. "I'm sorry..." she choked out over the comms.

@Gardevoiran@yoshua171
Le official poke in regards to "React to BoomBooms!"

Aka, Pro would like updates for the MM to occur sooner than later at this stage.

I believe that means we also need to see movement from @TheRedWatcher and (maybe?) @AngelofOctober with them either retreating with Swarm or what have you.
Little uncomfortable doing this (I'm never comfortable promoting my own non-RP things) but!

Before Taylor and the Undersiders lays the story of Lillian Grant, a young girl trying to tackle her demons and find herself in a world of super powers.

I've recently started a serious project, a Fanfiction of Worm by Wildbow. Calling it Roar and it can be found Here.

Reviews are always welcome, as I'm always looking to improve my writing. Attempting to update bi-weekly, and chapter length is getting longer as I build steam. (Don't worry, I don't plan on making ridiculous long chapters)
Vaciti

The Spire
Arc 2, Day 1 - Evening



Vaciti walked through the entry doors, her head held high, and paused to take in her surroundings momentarily. Blue, white, and gold colors stood out against black line, borders, and accessories. Exactly what she expected from a HQ building. Her Exeo was here, having summoned Vaciti to this world and her side.

A smile lifted her lips at the thought.

Taking her time, Vaciti stepped towards the counter, running a gloved hand along the smooth surface.

"I'm here to see her excellence. Vaciti vex Contierre," she stated confidently to the receptionist, a young human female. Pointed towards the elevator, she entered.

Up and up and up she went. As the door opened, Vaciti smoothed her jacket and adjusted her hat.

Entering the room, she courtesied and announced herself clearly. "I am ready to serve, my Exeo."
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